Author: William Swinton

Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 30

ISBN-13: 9781230044576

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...me, and teach it to dance the polka, it would make me quite happy. Did you ever try, like a little crab, to run two ways at once? See if you can do it, for it is good fun; never mind tumbling over yourself a little at first. It would be a good plan to hire a little crab, for an hour a day, to teach baby to crawl if he can't walk, and, if I was his mamma, I would too 1 8. Don't forget my little crab to dance the polka. 1. WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea1---That's the way for Billy and me. 2. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, ' lea, meadow. Where the nestlings1 chirp and flee---That's the way for Billy and me. 8. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thickest and greenest. There to trace the homeward bee--That's the way for Billy and me. 4. Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free--That's the way for Billy and me. 5. There let us walk, there let us play Through the meadow, among the hay, Up the water, and over the lea--That's the way for Billy and me. ' nest'Zings, small young birds. 1. ONCE there was a parrot. I kn ew him. He wore a pink suit, with a pale, yellow plume in his crested capf. And once there was a boy; and I knew him too. He wore a gray suit, and had a shiny silver buckle on his cap. 2. The Gray Boy owned the Pink Parrot. The Pink Parrot owned nothing---nothing now, not even himself. It was a great change, I tell you, from a forest to a cage, from choosing his own fruit and nuts, to waiting for them upon the pleasure of a boy. The Pink Parrot judged all boys by the Gray Boy, and he hated...

Download or read book Golden Book of Choice Reading Supplementary to the Second Reader written by William Swinton and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 30 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ...me, and teach it to dance the polka, it would make me quite happy. Did you ever try, like a little crab, to run two ways at once? See if you can do it, for it is good fun; never mind tumbling over yourself a little at first. It would be a good plan to hire a little crab, for an hour a day, to teach baby to crawl if he can't walk, and, if I was his mamma, I would too 1 8. Don't forget my little crab to dance the polka. 1. WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea1---That's the way for Billy and me. 2. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, ' lea, meadow. Where the nestlings1 chirp and flee---That's the way for Billy and me. 8. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thickest and greenest. There to trace the homeward bee--That's the way for Billy and me. 4. Where the hazel bank is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free--That's the way for Billy and me. 5. There let us walk, there let us play Through the meadow, among the hay, Up the water, and over the lea--That's the way for Billy and me. ' nest'Zings, small young birds. 1. ONCE there was a parrot. I kn ew him. He wore a pink suit, with a pale, yellow plume in his crested capf. And once there was a boy; and I knew him too. He wore a gray suit, and had a shiny silver buckle on his cap. 2. The Gray Boy owned the Pink Parrot. The Pink Parrot owned nothing---nothing now, not even himself. It was a great change, I tell you, from a forest to a cage, from choosing his own fruit and nuts, to waiting for them upon the pleasure of a boy. The Pink Parrot judged all boys by the Gray Boy, and he hated...