Jack in the Box
Jack in the Box.
This is the picture of Jack in the Box,
Who came to our house to stop,
We promised he should have plenty of friends
When we brought him from the shop.
Just when you all are fast asleep
Comes Santa Claus, he takes no rest,
And fills your stockings to the brim
With all the things you love the best.
So don't forget to hang
And if you find your
own too small,
Let mother lend you
some of hers,
And Santa Claus will
fill them all.
I've a family of dollies, I love them all, my dear,
The black-haired one you see with me is
named Rose Dorothea,
And the other little darling whose
hair is just like gold
Is called Anna Maria, I pet her most I'm told.
But really to my children I try always to be fair,
Though somehow I think prettiest the ones
with golden hair.
Flowers, sweet flowers are everywhere
'Tis the blossoming month of June,
The hum of the bees is on the soft air,
And the streams are singing a tune.
The sheep are cropping the grasses green,
Where shadows are deep and cool
And the lazy ducks go to swim, I ween,
Out on the quiet pool.
This wise little pig could hoe and dig
And cook his dinner too,
He could sweep and sew and milk and mow,
Everything he could do.