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Another from Songs of Childhood, 1923. One of my very favorite poets ever ever ever is Eugene Field, and he wrote the words to this one.
TOYLAND
Oh, how do you get to Toyland,
Of all little ones the joyland?
Just follow your nose, And go on tip-toes;
It’s only a minute to Toyland.
And oh, but it’s gay in Toyland,
This bright, merry girl and boy land!
The woolly dogs white That never will bite
You’ll meet on the highway to Toyland.
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Songs of Childhood, 1923.
I have always liked this nursery rhyme. It always reminds me of Mother Hubbard’s House Party, because the front cover has a picture of Jack Horner. Just one question: Is plum pie really a thing?
LITTLE JACK HORNER
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas Pie.
He put in his thumb and pull’d out a plum
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
