The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . ILL TREAT THE CLOWN UP ON THE GARDENGATE Set me up on the garden gateAnd put on my Sunday tie;I want to be thereWith a round-eyed stareWhen the circus band goes by. Give me a bag of sucker- ettesAnd give me a piece of gum,Then I 11 get downAnd treat the clown,And give the monkey some. MOST ANY CHIP Most any chip Will do for a ship, If only the cargo be Golden sand From the beautiful land Of far-off Arcady. For faith will waft The tiny craft O er Fancys shining sea.. A MOON SONG Who hung his hat on the moon?The owl in his bubble bal-loon.One bright su

The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . ILL TREAT THE CLOWN UP ON THE GARDENGATE Set me up on the garden gateAnd put on my Sunday tie;I want to be thereWith a round-eyed stareWhen the circus band goes by. Give me a bag of sucker- ettesAnd give me a piece of gum,Then I 11 get downAnd treat the clown,And give the monkey some. MOST ANY CHIP Most any chip Will do for a ship, If only the cargo be Golden sand From the beautiful land Of far-off Arcady. For faith will waft The tiny craft O er Fancys shining sea.. A MOON SONG Who hung his hat on the moon?The owl in his bubble bal-loon.One bright su

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The Peter Patter book; rimes for children . ILL TREAT THE CLOWN UP ON THE GARDENGATE Set me up on the garden gateAnd put on my Sunday tie;I want to be thereWith a round-eyed stareWhen the circus band goes by. Give me a bag of sucker- ettesAnd give me a piece of gum,Then I 11 get downAnd treat the clown,And give the monkey some. MOST ANY CHIP Most any chip Will do for a ship, If only the cargo be Golden sand From the beautiful land Of far-off Arcady. For faith will waft The tiny craft O er Fancys shining sea.. A MOON SONG Who hung his hat on the moon?The owl in his bubble bal-loon.One bright summer nightHe sailed out of sight,And, hooting like Lucifer, hung in delightHis three-cornered hat onthe moon. WHAT MAKES YOULAUGH? What makes you laugh, my little lass,From morning until noon?I saw a dappled donkeyThrowing kisses at the moon. What makes you cry, my little lass,And get your eyes so reel? I saw a cruel gardener cutA poor old cabbage head.