And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light; O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night! Y MY BED IS A BOAT My bed is like a little boat; Μ Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat At night, I go on board and say I shut my eyes and sail away And sometimes things to bed I take, All night across the dark we steer; THE MOON HE moon has a face like the clock in the hall; TH She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon. But all of the things that belong to the day H THE SWING OW do you like to go up in a swing, Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Till I look down on the garden green, Up in the air I go flying again, |