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CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Ferryboat

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.
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Naughty Stars

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.
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Drums of the Rain

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!
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

To Our Garden

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,
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

Let's Go Visiting

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!
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Doll's Mother

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!
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

White Parachutes

The white little snowflakes Took their white little parachutes And hoped to reach the earth soon, soon. But one little snowflake Stood with his parachute Afraid to jump off the moon. "Fraid cat! Fraid cat!" The other snowflakes called to him, "See, it's easy to do!" They jumped from the white moon, And in the white parachutes Down to the earth they flew! "Bail out! Bail out!" They called to the snowflake. Then they pushed him off because he wouldn't jump. But the earth was soft with others
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

My Kite

Like a bird flying, My kite goes high. It sits with the birds At the edge of the sky. Then the birds come back To their waiting tree. And my kite comes back To me.

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