The Peter Patter Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 7

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I'VE GOT A YELLOW PUPPY

I've got a yellow puppy, And I've got a speckled hen, I've got a lot of little Spotted piggies in a pen.

I've got a gun that used to shoot, Another one that squirts, I've got some h.o.r.ehound candy And a pair of woolen s.h.i.+rts.

I've got a little rubber ball They use for playing golf, And mamma thinks that's maybe why I've got the whooping-cough.

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DOCTOR McSWATTLE

Doctor McSwattle Filled up a bottle With vinegar, varnish, and rum.

And offered a swallow To all who would follow The call of his trumpet and drum.

It's good, I am told, For a cough or a cold; It's good for a pain in your thumb.

COLUMBUS

Columbus sailed over the ocean blue To find the United States.

In three small s.h.i.+ps he carried his crew, And none of the three were mates.

He found a land in the western seas, And Indians galore, With jabbering parrots in the trees, And sharks along the sh.o.r.e.

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He filled his pockets with sparkling stones And took to the mighty main, With a couple of slaves, some nuts and cones For the glorious king of Spain.

Now this is the tale Columbus told, And most of the tale is true, How he crossed the seas, a sailor bold, In fourteen-ninety-two.

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TERRIBLE TIM

Haven't you heard of Terrible Tim!

Well, don't you get in the way of him.

He eats lions for breakfast And leopards for lunch, And gobbles them down With one terrible crunch.

He could mix a whole city All up in a mess, He could drink up a sea Or an ocean, I guess.

You'd better be watching for Terrible Tim, And run when you first get your peepers on him.

WHAT'S THE USE?

"What's the use,"

Said the goose, "To swim like a frog, When you go just as far If you float on a log?"

"Why should I,"

Said the fly, "Suck an old apple-core, When there's sugar and fruit In the grocery store?"

"It's but right,"

Said the kite, "That I follow the wind.

What's a fellow to do If he hasn't a mind?"

"You'll allow,"

Said the cow, "That I'm really no thief, When I turn all the clover I steal, into beef."

"Come again,"

Said the hen, "On some other fine day.

Don't think 'cause I cackle I always must lay."

ALL ABOARD FOR BOMBAY

All aboard for Bombay, All aboard for Rome!

Leave your little sisters And your loving aunts at home.

Bring a bit of bailing wire, A pocketful of nails, And half a dozen wiener-wursts For every man that sails.

Tell Terry Tagg, when you go by, Be sure to bring his dog.

All aboard for Bombay On a floating cedar log!

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WATER

There's water in the rain barrel, And water in the well, There's lots of water in the pond Where Hannah Hawkins fell.