A Candy Lion's very good, Because he cannot bite, Nor wander roaring for his food, Nor eat up folks at night. But though it's very nice for me, It's not so nice for him; For ev'ry day he seems to be More shapeless and more slim And first, there's no tail any more, And next, he has no head, And then he's just a candy Roar-- And might as well be dead.
Four Children's Songs , opus 75
by Amy Marcy Cheney Beach (1867 - 1944)
1. The candy lion  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Abbie Farwell Brown (? - 1927)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]2. A Thanksgiving fable  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
It was a hungry pussy cat, Upon Thanksgiving morn, And she watched a thankful little mouse, That ate an ear of corn. "If I ate that thankful little mouse, How thankful he should be, When he has made a meal himself, To make a meal for me! "Then with his thanks for having fed, And his thanks for feeding me, With all his thankfulness inside, How [thankful]1 I shall be!" Thus mused the hungry pussy cat, Upon Thanksgiving Day; But the little mouse had overheard And declined (with thanks) to stay.
Authorship:
- by Oliver Herford (1863 - 1935), "A Thanksgiving fable"
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Beach: "thank-full"
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3. Dolladine  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
This is her picture — Dolladine — The [beautifullest]1 doll that ever was seen! Oh, what nosegays! Oh, what sashes! Oh, what beautiful eyes and lashes! Oh, what a precious perfect pet! On each instep a pink rosette; Little blue shoes for her little blue tots; Elegant ribbons in bows and knots. Her hair is powdered; her arms are straight, Only feel, she is quite a weight! Her legs are limp, though; — stand up, miss! — What a beautiful buttoned-up mouth to kiss!
Authorship:
- by William Brighty Rands (1823 - 1882), "Dolladine"
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Kate Douglas Wiggin and Nora Archibald Smith (editors), The Posy Ring, Play-Time, New York: Grosset & Dunlap Publishers, 1903, page 167.
1 Beach: "beautif'lest"Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , Poom Andrew Pipatjarasgit [Guest Editor]
4. Prayer of a tired child  [sung text checked 1 time]
Language: English
Our Father, hear a tirèd child Who has forgot her prayer, And cannot find the words of it, Which wander ev'rywhere. You used to carry in your arms The lambkins dumb and white, Who had grown weary of their play, And stumbled in the night. I also am your little lamb, Who has no word to pray. Dear Father, will you bear me too Along the darkling way?
Authorship:
- by Abbie Farwell Brown (? - 1927)
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]