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frontispiece “WHAT THE CHILD IMITATES, HE BEGINS TO UNDERSTAND.”— Froebel....

“ What the child imitates,” says Froebel, “he begins to understand. Let him represent the flying of birds and he enters partially into the life of birds. Let him imitate the rapid motion of fishes in the water and his sympathy with fishes is quickened. Let him reproduce the activities of farmer, miller and baker, and his eyes open to the meaning of their work. In one word let him reflect in his play the varied aspects of life and his thought will begin to grapple with their significance.” In all

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music music continued II.—THE LAMBS. This is the meadow where all the long day Ten little frolicsome lambs are at play. These are the measures the good farmer brings Salt in, or cornmeal, and other good things. rack These are the big shears to shear the old sheep; Dear little lambkins their soft wool may keep....

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music III. The Hen and Chickens III.—THE HEN AND CHICKENS. Good Mother Hen sits here on her nest, Keeps the eggs warm beneath her soft breast, Waiting, waiting, day after day. Hark! there’s a sound she knows very well: Some little chickens are breaking the shell, Pecking, pecking, pecking away. Now they’re all out, Oh, see what a crowd! Good Mother Hen is happy and proud, Cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck, clucking away. Into the coop t

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music IV. THE LITTLE PLANT IV.—THE LITTLE PLANT. In my little garden bed Raked so nicely over, First the tiny seeds I sow, Then with soft earth cover. Shining down, the great round sun Smiles upon it often; Little raindrops, pattering down, Help the seeds to soften. Then the little plant awakes! Down the roots go creeping. Up it lifts its little head Through the brown mould peeping. High and higher still it grows Through the su

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music V. THE PIGS V.—THE PIGS. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, Hungry pigs as pigs could be, For their dinner had to wait Down behind the barnyard gate. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Climbed the barnyard gate to see, Peeping through the gate so high, But no dinner could they spy. OPENED WIDE Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee Got down sad as pigs could be; But the gate soon opened wide And they scampered forth outside. Piggie Wig and Piggie Wee, What w

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music VI. A LITTLE BOY'S WALK VI.—A LITTLE BOY’S WALK. A little boy went walking One lovely summer’s day: He saw a little rabbit That quickly ran away; He saw a shining river Go winding in and out, And little fishes in it Were swimming all about; And, slowly, slowly turning, The great wheel of the mill; And then the tall church steeple, The little church so still; THE BRIDGE The bridge above the water; And when he stopped to re

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music VII. THE CATERPILLAR VII.—THE CATERPILLAR. Fuzzy little caterpillar, Crawling, crawling on the ground! Fuzzy little caterpillar, Nowhere, nowhere to be found, Though we’ve looked and looked and hunted Everywhere around! When the little caterpillar Found his furry coat too tight, Then a snug cocoon he made him Spun of silk so soft and light; Rolled himself away within it— Slept there day and night. See how this cocoon is s

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music VIII. ALL FOR BABY VIII.—ALL FOR BABY. Here’s a ball for Baby, Big and soft and round! Here is Baby’s hammer— O, how he can pound! Here is Baby’s music— Clapping, clapping so! Here are Baby’s soldiers, Standing in a row! Here’s the Baby’s trumpet, Toot-too-toot! too-too! Here’s the way that Baby Plays at “Peep-a-boo!” Here’s a big umbrella— Keep the Baby dry! Here’s the Baby’s cradle— Rock-a-baby-by!...

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music IX. THE MICE IX.—THE MICE. Five little mice on the pantry floor, Seeking for bread-crumbs or something more; Five little mice on the shelf up high, Feasting so daintily on a pie— But the big round eyes of the wise old cat See what the five little mice are at. Quickly she jumps!—but the mice run away, And hide in their snug little holes all day. “Feasting in pantries may be very nice; But home is the best!” say the five li

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music X. THE SQUIRREL X.—THE SQUIRREL “Little squirrel, living there In the hollow tree, I’ve a pretty cage for you; Come and live with me! “You may turn the little wheel— That will be great fun! Slowly round, or very fast If you faster run. “Little squirrel, I will bring In my basket here Every day a feast of nuts! Come, then, squirrel dear.” But the little squirrel said From his hollow tree: “Oh! no, no! I’d rather far Live h

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music XI. THE SPARROWS XI.—THE SPARROWS. “Little brown sparrows, Flying around, Up in the tree-tops, Down on the ground, “Come to my window, Dear sparrows, come! See! I will give you Many a crumb. “Here is some water, Sparkling and clear; Come, little sparrows, Drink without fear. “If you are tired, Here is a nest; Wouldn’t you like to Come here to rest?” All the brown sparrows Flutter away, Chirping and singing, “We cannot sta

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music XII. THE COUNTING LESSON XII.—THE COUNTING LESSON. counting ( Left hand. ) Once I saw an ant-hill With no ants about; So I said, “Dear little ants, Won’t you please come out?” Then as if the little ants Had heard my call— One! two! three! four! five came out! And that was all!...

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music XIII. MRS. PUSSY'S DINNER XIII.—MRS. PUSSY’S DINNER. Mrs. Pussy, sleek and fat, With her kittens four, Went to sleep upon the mat By the kitchen door. Mrs. Pussy heard a noise— Up she jumped in glee: “Kittens, maybe that’s a mouse! Let us go and see!” CREEPING Creeping, creeping, creeping on, Silently they stole; But the little mouse had gone Back within its hole. “Well,” said Mrs. Pussy then, “To the barn we’ll go; We shall fin

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music XIV. HOW THE CORN GREW XIV.—HOW THE CORN GREW. There was a field that waiting lay, All hard and brown and bare; There was a thrifty farmer came And fenced it in with care. Then came a plowman with his plow; From early until late, Across the field and back again, He plowed the furrows straight. The harrow then was brought to make The ground more soft and loose; And soon the farmer said with joy, “My field is fit for use.” For man

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music XV. THE MILL XV.—THE MILL. A merry little river Went singing day by day, Until it reached a mill-dam That stretched across its way. And there it spread its waters, A quiet pond, to wait Until the busy miller Should lift the water-gate. Then, hurrying through the gateway, The dashing waters found A mighty millwheel waiting, And turned it swiftly round. But faster turned the millstones Up in the dusty mill, And quickly did

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. Cornelia C. Roeske. music XVI. MAKING BREAD XVI.—MAKING BREAD. “The farmer and the miller Have worked,” the mother said, “And got the flour ready, So I will make the bread.” She scooped from out the barrel The flour white as snow, And in her sieve she put it And shook it to and fro. Then in the pan of flour A little salt she threw; A cup of yeast she added, And poured in water, too. To mix them all together She stirred with busy might, Then covere

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music XVII. MAKING BUTTER XVII.—MAKING BUTTER. Skim, skim, skim, With the skimmer bright; Take the rich and yellow cream, Leave the milk so white. Churn, churn, churn, Now ’tis churning day; Till the cream to butter turn Dasher must not stay. Press, press, press; All the milk must be From the golden butter now Pressed out carefully. Pat, pat, pat; Make it smooth and round. See! the roll of butter’s done— Won’t you buy a pound? Taste,

[ Listen ] [ PDF ] [ MusicXML ] Emilie Poulsson. C.C. Roeske. music XVIII. SANTA CLAUS XVIII.—SANTA CLAUS. O, clap, clap the hands, And sing out with glee For Christmas is coming And merry are we! Now swift o’er the snow The tiny reindeer Are trotting and bringing Good Santa Claus near. Our stockings we’ll hang, And while we’re asleep Then down through the chimney Will Santa Claus creep. He’ll empty his pack, Then up he will come And, calling his reindeer, Will haste away home. Then clap, clap t

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