Mary Carolyn Davies

The grownups tell me that I look Exactly like my doll, With yellow curls and dimpled cheeks And big blue eyes and all.

I can not blame the grownups Who've looked at us and smiled. Of course my doll takes after me, Because she is my child!

We like to see the way they look Within their home, the zoo-- Perhaps they like (Why shouldn't they?) To see how we look, too!

So let's go see the monkeys And let the monkeys see Margery, Mehitabel, Marian, and me!

Now we take A spade And hoe. Now we plant The seeds. Grow, grow Little seeds. Grow up to be Cabbage, carrot, Bean, and pea.

When you're thirsty, Drink the rain. It will come Again, again. When you're hungry, Seeds, each one, Break through earth And eat the sun.

Carrot seed, You'll be A feather Waving in The springtime weather. We'll be proud Of all of you, When your growing-up Is through.

Little seeds, You'll grow and grow, Soldiers marching In a row. Don't let any garden beat you, Till the day When we Shall eat you!

The drum is our big windowpane. The drumsticks are the drops of rain. "Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drums, the drums are beating, And filling all the room! "Boom, boom, boom! Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat! Boom!" The snare drums are the raindrops That rattle in the room; The thunder is the big, round drum That says, "Boom! Boom!" We're happy when a rainstorm comes, Because it brings the drums, the drums!

The stars scoop up the little white clouds And chew and chew till soon They make them into paper wads And toss them at the moon.

It's nice to be eaten by a ferryboat. It opens its mouth and I slide Smooth as ice cream down its throat, Snug and warm inside. Raining, snowing, freezing, blowing-- I'm always safe, because When I don't know just where I'm going, I know the ferryboat does.

Twink and Wrink and Shrink Were three little stars in the sky. Twink had a twinkle And Wrink had a wrinkle And Shrink was bashful and shy.

Twink was merry and full of fun, Wrink was very wise, Shrink stayed in his place With a smile on his face And looked at the earth from the skies.

Twink, one day, in a merry mood, Played hookey from the star teacher's class. With a shout of mirth He slipped to earth And twinkled like dew on the grass.

Wrink grew more thoughtful hour by hour, And went to the Moon House to stay. Shrink stayed in his place With a smile on his face, And there he remains to this day.

Each little cherry tree Makes its own snow. It holds the white snowflakes, And then lets them go.

Out in the meadow Where wild cherries grow, In the tree's shadow Let's lie in the snow.

Lie still and close Against the ground Covered with snow, We'll never be found.