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Grandma in Blue with Red Hat
By Scott Menchin
Illustrated by Harry Bliss
When a young boy learns about what makes art special-sometimes it’s beautiful, sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it tells a story-he realises that these same characteristics are what make his grandmother special, too. As a result, he finds the inspiration to create his own masterpiece that’s one of a kind.
Little Girl
Little girl, little girl,
Where have you been?I’ve been to see grandmother
Over the green.What did she give you?
Milk in a can.What did you say for it?
Thank you Grandam.
GOING TO SEE GRANDMAMMA
Little Molly and Damon
Are walking so far,
For they’re going to see
Their kind Grandmamma.
And they very well know,
When they get there she’ll take
From out of her cupboard
Some very nice cake.
And into her garden
They know they may run,
And pick some red currants,
And have lots of fun.
So Damon to doggie
Says, “How do you do?”
And asks his mamma
If he may not go too.
A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day
A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child
Over the River and Through the Wood
A Thanksgiving song by Lydia Maria Child
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood–
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood,
To have first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow–
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river and through the wood–
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!
At Grandma’s House
I like the taste of turkey
Any time throughout the year
But it never seems to taste as good
As when Thanksgiving’s here.
Could be it’s all the trimmings
That are cooked with it to eat
But I think it’s eating at Grandma’s house
That makes it such a treat!
Over the River
Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
RIDE AWAY JOHNNY
THE ROLE OF CATS IN NURSERY RHYMES
by Sarah Hartwell
Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.
Although this could no doubt be interpreted as political or royal allegory, it seems to describe a little boy playing on a hobby horse or rocking horse and drafting his pets into the game. Many cats have suffered the indignities of being dressed in doll’s bonnets as substitutes playmates in nursery games.
