PUBLIC NOTICE.-This is to state,
That these are the specimens left at the gate
Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,

In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,
Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,
By somebody who is a candidate

For the Office of Lilliput Laureate.

William Brighty Rands.

THE ROYAL BABY

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BABY'S PLAYS

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BABY'S PLAYS

Brow bender,

Eye peeper,

Nose smeller,

Mouth eater,

Chin chopper.

Knock at the door-peep in,
Lift up the latch-walk in.

Eye winker,

Tom Tinker,

Nose smeller,

Mouth eater,

Chin chopper.

Chin chopper.

Here sits the Lord Mayor,

Here sit his two men,

Here sits the cock,

And here sits the hen;
Here sit the chickens,
And here they go in,

Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.

Ring the bell!

Knock at the door!
Lift up the latch!
Walk in!

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.

Pease porridge hot,

Pease porridge cold,

Pease porridge in the pot,

Nine days old.

Some like it hot,

Some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot,

Nine days old.

Pat it, kiss it,

Stroke it, bless it;

Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
Little hand all well again.

Warm, hands, warm, daddy's gone to plough; If you want to warm hands, warm hands now.