This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 edition. Excerpt:... Not one more apple will you get From all my tempting store. That's what my mother says to me, When sometimes at the table I think I am not satisfied, And take more than I'm able To really eat with comfort, and I'm pretty sure that you, If I don't teach you manners, sir, Will do the same thing, too. For, Neddie, if the truth were known, You are not half the donkey Your long ears make you look to be, No more than I'm a--'monkey" As people often say I am, When I am up to fun. There, Neddie, you have eaten all My apples, one by one. Tis "Here, Boss, There, Boss, Get along, I say! Come, Whiteface, and old Crumple-hom, Don't loiter by the way. Hurry, Star, Scurry, Star, Through the grassy lane, Quick, Moolly, and old Spotted-tail, 'Tis surely very plain That baby's growing hungry for His bread and milk so nice and white, And after he has had his tea, He'll sweetly sleep till morning light. 145 Whom You Looking Down On?" Whom you looking down on, pray, Oh, Mr. Stork, so grand and tall? Now, I would have you kindly know I'm not afraid of you at all. Your legs are only sticks, and you Aren't smart enough to stand on two, I've half a mind to bite them through, Then pride would have a fall. I'm but a dog, but then, you see, There's something that's sensible, sir, in me. You're only a creature that stands all day Meditating your life away. So you needn't attempt to put on airs, For you'd only get laughed at, and no one cares. What do you see when you sleep, baby? Whom do you talk with then, baby? What do you see when you sleep? Whom do you talk with then? That you sweetly smile, With whom do you go And dimple the while, To the world of "By-low," A watch at your cradle we keep, baby, Over and over again, baby! A watch at your...