"Good Morrow'' coloring page and poem

Description of Coloring Page: crocus frame and poem, text by Harriet Joor

"Awake!" the yellow Crocus Cries!
"Open wide your sleepy eyes!
For little Children, as for Flowers,
The Day unfolds it's shining Hours.
Awake to laugh - to work - to play -
Be good and glad the whole bright Day:
Then close your eyes up very tight
And sleep through all the cool dark night."

• Now paint your little eggs in many shades from blue to brown . . .
  

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Graceful Servants

 Graceful Servants by Betty Chapman Benhum

Knives and forks should always be
Well behaved for you and me.
Up on end they should not stand,
Nor go sailing in one's hand.
Knives are made to cut the meat,
Forks are meant to help one eat.
They are servants, bright and ready,
They'll obey if one is steady,
Always with  their peasant graces.
Always in their proper places.

Froggy

Froggy by F. E. Valetta

Every froggy every spring,

Every eve must shrilly sing;

Froggy, froggy, chirp your 

fill.

We'll all listen - sure we

will.

Froggy, froggy, don't you

know,

Old Jack Frost will nip a toe

If you don't keep in your

nose

While old Jackie's north

wind blows?

Froggy, froggy, bide a wee,

Till greening sward and 

budding tree

And April's warm, life-giving

rain

Make your coming safe 

again.

Pussy Willow Poem

Illustrated "Pussy Willows" by Cora M V Preble.

The little pussy willows
Upon the small, brown trees
Lie sleeping in their cradles,
Arocking in the breeze.

And every pussy willow,
So fat and round and small,
Is dreaming in the sunshine,
And curled up in a ball.

Such funny little fellows
In fuzzy coats of fur-
I wonder, if I stroked them,
Would pussy willows purr?

Noah's Ark For Little Ones

 

"The Day The Ark Sailed" cartoon from The Times Dispatch, 1903

A Noah's Ark Thought.

When I look at my Noah's Ark,

I always think how good

It is that animals all grow

Exactly as they should.

Just s'pose the elephant had horns!

How awful it would be!

He'd get his trunk all scratched and torn

By the sharp points, you see.

And if the zebra had no stripes

We would not know, of course,

If we saw one in Africa

That is was not a horse.

If ostriches could fly and sing,

How different they would be.

And yet I like them better as 

They are, it seems to me.

Anna's Easter Dream by Louise Cooper

When little Anna went to sleep

Upon the eve of Easter day

She dreamed of candied eggs a heap

And frisky, brisky lambs at play.

Plump Humpty Dumpty, with a bow,

Stood smiling on the counterpane,

And Ducky Daddles, wondering how,

Was at the foot just to explain.

Three baby ducks in noisy play,

Who never thought to pardon beg.

Cried "Quack, quack, quack for Easter day!"

And then tobogganed down an egg.

A rooster and a hen on nest

Exclaimed, "Please put us in the rhyme,

for we are doing our level best

In working up the Easter time!"

five bunnies, each with eyes of pink

And ears so long they flapped like wings,

Said, "We are not considered bad.

And, don't forget, we're little too."

five sparrows, proud of their wee size--

They never grow too broad or tall--

Chirped, "We should surely win a prize,

for we are littlest of them all."

Two tiny men from Titakum,

With good strong arm and sturdy leg,

Held steady as a block o fgum

A large and glowing rainbow egg:

There, standing on it like a queen.

With rosy lips and roguish eye.

In pink and gold and bronze and green,

The girly, curly butterfly.

by Louise Cooper

Nurserytown

By Regina Watson

Oh! Nursery Town is a beautiful place,

It lies in the middle of Motherlove land,

And the sun shining there is Mother's own face,

And Nursie's the lady who's left in command.

Now, some of the places in Nursery Town

Are Babyhouse corner and Whitewood Farm

With its sheep, and shepherd all dressed in his gown,

And wee wooly dog to protect us from harm.

In Picturebook Row there live Little Boy Blue, 

And Jack and his sister, who tumbled down hill;

The funny old woman, whose home was a shoe,

And the other old woman who never was still.

There's Building Block street, and the tin soldiers' camp,

And Rockinghorse station near Chiffonier alley;

And Windowsill walk, where the soldier boys tramp,

And Paper Doll lane by the Woodbasket valley. 

The cabinet hospital stands there, too;

With its poor little patients all sick in their beds;

And gentle Nurse Needle and good Doctor Glue

To sew up their arms or to stick on their heads.

Aground, high and dry, is a beautiful ark,

With brave Mister Noah and those of his crew;

And all the animals live on his bark;

From Piggie the Pink to a gray kangaroo.

There are two little boats in this Nursery Town,

Moored close by the ferry of Going To Sleep;

And a pillow aboard for each fair curly crown

Of the two little sailors who into them creep.

At Round Table Tavern, the spot where they're fed,

They stop off for supper and breakfast for two;

Potatoes or hominy, butter and bread,

Or eggs, toast and milk and a cracker may do.

A wonderland sweet is Nursery Town!

So gay is the play there thee whole of the day;

You take a step up, and then take a step down,

And walk till you find it--it's not far away.

I hate hominy.

Robber Baby

I'm a big bold robber-
baby
And every single day
I creep right up to
careless folks
And steal their love
away!
by Elizabeth Kirkman

The Butterfly

The Butterfly

I saw a little four-year-old

Out in the grass at play:

He watched a little patch of sun

That came and danced away.

And suddenly his eyes lit up,

He gave a little cry

And clapped his hands in wild de-

light--

He saw a butterfly.

He followed it and tried to catch 

The wonder in his hands;

It flitted on ahead of him

Across the clover-lands.

Again and yet again he tried,

It always flew away,

And let him lonely when the sun

Had vanished from the day.

And through the night the little

lad

Would clutch his hands and cry

Out from his dreams, "Oh, come

to me,

Bright little butterfly."

And this is life with you and me,

Children we are who run

To chase some wonder-spangled

thing

That glistens in the sun.

And when night comes out empty

hands

Clutch at glad dreams that

creep

Up through the silence and the

dark

to shine across our sleep.

* * * *

A baby wishes to kiss this monarch butterfly; she is so sweet.

The Wind by Maud M. Johnson

The wind is very busy,

He's sweeping with might and main;

He's sweeping the clouds from the 

stormy sky

So that it shall not rain.

He's sweeping up the leaves

That littered the country lane;

And now he sweeps with delicious breath

The dust from my tired brain. 

Maud M. Johnson.

The March Hare And The Easter Rabbit

The March Hare and The Easter Rabbit

by Helen S. Daley

The mad March hare went 

out to walk

Upon a mad March day

He was so vexed because

the wind

Most blew his ears away

He met the Easter Rabbit

And the Easter Rabbit said

"March Hare, what makes

your long long ears

Blow all about your head?

They took the door mat

for a boat,

They set their ears for

sails

And like an air-shop off

the flew

Upon the mad March Gales

First they went to Darien

And then they went to Chilli

Then they flew to Timbuctoo

By way of Piccadilly

But as the sun was going

down,

They sailed across the sea

And landed safe in 

Rabbit town

In time for Early Tea.

An Easter Bunny Sale

March rabbits wild, May rabbits bold,

Easter rabbits here for sale, just one month old!

Come and buy my bunnies brown,

Prizes three they've taken;

Silky ears and cotton tails-

You cannot be mistaken.

By Susan Hunter Walker, 1905

Illustrated Poem: The Gardener

Color in this garden poem called, "The Gardener" by Lucy Fitch Perkins.

Illustrated Poems: Grandmother's Garden

Color in this lovely garden verse by Joel Benton.

Illustrated Poems: Garden Rivals

Color this poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay called, "Garden Rivals"