Some poems from long ago

Nursery Song handed down the generations

This is a song my Granma* taught me years ago.  As it was handed down verbally it may not be 

completely correct, but here goes:

There were six little cots in the nursery

And six little children too

And every night when the light grew dark

They would all know what to do

With their nighties on they would frolic for a while,

'Til the nurse appeared unexpectedly

And she said "now children this will never do,

There's a ........ downstairs

Looking for a few

Little disobedient children

Who are awake."

Creep, Creep, can you hear him creeping

Up and down the stairs;

Sleep, Sleep, if you are not sleeping

Every babe he scares;

Hide, Hide, hide your little faces

'Neath the bedclothes white.

When I have tucked you safely in

Just say Mr Teddy Bear, Goodnight.

* Bunty, otherwise known as Violet Florence Smale (nee Gasper) 1898 - 1986.

On the Garden Wall

How dare you sit up there and look so smug,

You smirking, mangy, lop-eared bit of rug?

Oh, how I'd love to shake you - and I'd try

If this disgusting wall was not so high.

I would, d'ye hear me? Don't be so absurd

And look as if you hadn't heard a word.

 Who killed the sparrow? Yah, who pinched the fish

Out of the larder and upset the dish?

(And Cook blamed me!) You green-eyed ball of silk,

Don't purr at me, I'm not your blessed milk!

Come down you coward, don't sneak off like that!

(She's gone - the other side - just like a cat!)

Said by a Jack Russell to a Cat (any sort will do)
From 'My Dog and Yours' published 1929.