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“Mine is a trumpet!”
                                                              “Mine lolly-sticks!”
                                                              Thistledown, Thistledown,
                                                              Four, Five, Six!
                                                                     Leslie H. Allen, Billy-Bubbles (1920)

                                                              The Locust
                                                              I had a little locust no bigger than my thumb,
                                                              I put him in a match-box, and there I made him drum.
                                                              I opened up the match-box, to see if he was there —
                                                              “Buzz!” went the locust, and flew into the air.
                                                                     Leslie H. Allen, Billy-Bubbles (2nd Edition 1924)
                                                              Penrith
                                                              As I was going to Penrith
                                                              I met two chinamen with
                                                              A great big gun
                                                              And a hot cross bun
                                                              To catch a speckled hen with.
                                                                     Leslie H. Allen, Billy-Bubbles (2nd Edition 1924)
           Some More Variations                               Clippety, clopperty, clippety, clop
                                                              Gallop away till you come to a stop,
                                                              Off again cantering quietly along —
          On Nursery Rhymes                                   Hoofs beating to the words of your song.

                                                                     E. T. Luke, Australian Nature Studies and Nursery Rhymes (1921)

                                                              Little Danny Dunn,
                                                              Was a Mallee farmer’s son,
           From “Twinkle Twinkle Southern Cross”              And loved to chase the lambs about for fun, fun, fun.
          compiled by Robert Holden.  Above illustration from the cover.  A mother sheep one day,
        Big Billy Bim-Bam                                     Butted Danny right away,
                                                              And from the grassy paddock made him run, run, run.
        Big Billy Bim-Bam                                            E. T. Luke, Australian Nature Studies and Nursery Rhymes (1921)
        Go to school!
        Don’t play all day                                    The Southern Cross
        By the fishes’ pool.
        Months and months                                     See the star cross in the sky,
        Big Billy, Big Billy, dunce, dunce, dunce!            Shining every night so high
                                                              In the south, o’er gum-trees tall,
        Pert Polly Ping-Pong                                  Sign that Angels guard us all.
        Go to school!                                                E. T. Luke, Australian Nature Studies and Nursery Rhymes (1921)
        Don’t wander day long
        Gathering wool.                                       Peter’s Plum
        Days pass, weeks pass,                                Peter, Peter, here’s a plum;
        You haven’t been once,
        Pert Polly, Pert Polly, dunce, dunce, dunce!          Hold it with your tiny thumb.
                                                              Eat it slow as slow can be
               Leslie H. Allen, Billy-Bubbles                 Till the stone is all you see
                                                              Twixt your finger and your thumb  —
        Thistledown                                           “Peter, Peter, where’s your plum.”

        Thistledown, Thistledown,                                    E. T. Luke, Australian Nature Studies and Nursery Rhymes (1921)
        One, Two, Three!
        What shall I wish for?                                  Editor’s Footnote:
        What shall  it be?                                    These simple little poems are a great start point for getting kids
                                                              interested in poetry.  Why not teach them to be said out loud?
        “I’ll have a dolly!”
        “A drum for me!”                                      Better still!  Learn a few yourself to recite when tucking the kids into
        Thistledown, Thistledown,                             bed at night.
        One, Two, Three!
        Thistledown, Thistledown,
        Four, Five, Six!                                                       a|b
        All shut your eyes tight
        While each one picks!
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