A GOOD PLAY E built a ship upon the stairs WE All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of sofa pillows We took a saw and several nails, We sailed along for days and days, WHERE GO THE BOATS ? D ARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. AUNTIE'S SKIRTS HENEVER Auntie moves around, W Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor, THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE W HEN I was sick and lay a-bed, And sometimes for an hour or so And sometimes sent my ships in fleets I was the giant great and still FRO THE LAND OF NOD ROM breakfast on through all the day But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Try as I like to find the way, |