Peacock Pie

Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.
He lags the long bright morning through,
Ever so tired of nothing to do;
He moons and mopes the livelong day,
Nothing to think about, nothing to say;
Up to bed with his candle to creep,
Too tired to yawn, too tired to sleep:
Poor Tired Tim! It's sad for him.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Tired Tim", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 1. Up and Down, no. 22, first published 1913

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Ann, Ann! 
  Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that talks
  In the frying pan!
Out of the fat,
  As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
  And moaned "Alas!"
Oh, most mournful,
  "Alas, alack!"
Then turned to his sizzling
  And sank him back.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Alas, alack!", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 1. Up and Down, no. 5, first published 1913

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With glass like a bull's-eye,
  And shutters of green,
Down on the cobbles
  Lives Mrs. MacQueen,

At six she rises;
  At nine you see
Her candle shine out
  In the linden tree:

And at half-past nine
  Not a sound is nigh
But the bright moon's creeping
  Across the sky;

Or a far dog baying;
  Or a twittering bird
In its drowsy nest,
  In the darkness stirred;

Or like the roar
  Of a distant sea
A long-drawn S-s-sh
  In the linden tree.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Mrs. MacQueen or the Lollie-Shop", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 4. Places and People, no. 8, first published 1913

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Why does he still keep ticking?
  Why does his round white face
Stare at me over the books and ink,
  And mock at my disgrace?
Why does that thrush call, 'Dunce, dunce, dunce!'?
  Why does that bluebottle buzz?
Why does the sun so silent shine? --
  And what do I care if it does?

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "The dunce", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 1. Up and Down, no. 8, first published 1913

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One night as Dick lay half asleep,
  Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light begins to creep
  From out the silent skies.
It was lovely moon's, for when
  He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
  And streamed across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each -
  Dick and the solemn moon -
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
  She vanished, and was gone.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Full moon", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 2. Boys and Girls, no. 5, first published 1913

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Confirmed with Peacock Pie. A Book of Rhymes by Walter de la Mare, London: Constable & Co. Ltd., [1920], page 56.

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It's a very odd thing -----
  As odd as can be ---
That whatever Miss T. eats
  Turns into Miss T.;
Porridge and apples,
  Mince, muffins and mutton,
Jam, junket, jumbles ----
  Not a rap, not a button
It matters; the moment
  They're out of her plate,
Though shared by Miss Butcher
  And sour Mr. Bate;
Tiny and cheerful,
  And neat as can be,
Whatever Miss T. eats
  Turns into Miss T.

Text Authorship:

• by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956), "Miss T.", appears in Peacock Pie: A Book of Rhymes, in 1. Up and Down, no. 15, first published 1913

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