The Real Mother Goose by  Blanche Fisher Wright


[Illustration]

Blue Bell Boy

I had a little boy,

And called him Blue Bell;

Gave him a little work,—

He did it very well.


I bade him go upstairs

To bring me a gold pin;

In coal scuttle fell he,

Up to his little chin.


He went to the garden

To pick a little sage;

He tumbled on his nose,

And fell into a rage.


He went to the cellar

To draw a little beer;

And quickly did return

To say there was none there.


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