Title: The Buckle My Shoe Picture Book
Author: Crane, Walter, 1845-1915 [Illustrator]
Language: English
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THE BUCKLE MY SHOE PICTURE BOOK

Containing:

ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE
A GAPING-WIDE-MOUTH-WADDLING-FROG
MY MOTHER.

With the original coloured pictures
and a preface & new designs by
WALTER CRANE



[Illustration]


London:
John Lane
The Bodley Head

New York:
John Lane Company



CONTENTS

   PREFACE

   ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE

   A GAPING-WIDE-MOUTH-WADDLING FROG

   MY MOTHER



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PREFACE


Well, I must buckle to, and put a good face (pre-face) on the matter as
I have to introduce the latest addition to the already considerable
family of Crane-reprints.

Here we have those delightful rigmaroles "ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE" and
"A GAPING-WIDE-Mouth-WADDLING-FROG": but what, it may be asked is "MY
MOTHER" doing in such company? I shrewdly suspect, if we knew the truth,
that she is really the author of both. It is probable, however, that
both legends have been transmitted through a long line of mothers,
assisted perhaps, by nurses, but I had them direct from my Mother.

A pleasing romance of domestic incident runs through "One, Two, Buckle
my shoe", while the "Waddling Frog" shows a rich and sumptuous
imagination, if a little inconsequent, except numerically; but if he
sets us agape with astonishment, his own "Wide-Mouth" seems capacious
enough to swallow all the marvels by land or sea which he enumerates.

These two are quite early Cranes--almost pre-historic (please notice,
however, the up-to-date additions): "My Mother" is mid-Victorian--just
after crinolines had gone out--but mothers are always in fashion, bless
them,--and you also, dear children, whether of the old or the new world,
who, having chosen your parents wisely, have become possessors of this
book, may your shoes never want buckling, and if by any mischance you
should lose one, may Good Luck always find a spare one for you, and so
set you on your feet again.

Walter Crane

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Kensington, June 1910.



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[Illustration: 1, 2. 3, 4.]

   One Two,
Buckle my shoe.

 Three, Four,
Open the door.

[Illustration: 5, 6. 7, 8.]

  Five, Six,
Pick up sticks.

  Seven, Eight,
Lay them straight.

[Illustration: 9, 10.]

  Nine, Ten,
A good fat Hen.

[Illustration: 11, 12.]

Eleven, Twelve,
Ring the Bell.

[Illustration: 13, 14.]

Thirteen, Fourteen,
Maids are courting.

[Illustration: 15, 16.]

  Fifteen, Sixteen,
Maids in the Kitchen.

[Illustration: 17, 18.]

Seventeen, Eighteen,
  Maids in waiting.

[Illustration: 19, 20.]

Nineteen, Twenty,
My plate is empty.

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A gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog,
Two puddings' ends would choke a dog,
Or a gaping-wide-mouth-waddling frog.

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Three monkeys tied to a log,
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

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Four puppies with our dog Ball,
Who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

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Five beetles against the wall,
Close to an old woman's apple-stall.
Four puppies with our dog Ball,
Who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

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Six Joiners in Joiners' Hall,
Working with their tools and all.
Five beetles against the wall,
Close to an old woman's apple-stall.
Four puppies with our dog Ball,
Who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

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Seven lobsters in a dish,
As fresh as any heart could wish.
Six joiners in Joiners' Hall,
Working with their tools and all.
Five beetles against the wall,
Close to an old woman's apple-stall.
Four puppies with our dog Ball,
Who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

[Illustration]

Eight peacocks in the air,
I wonder how they all got there?
You don't know, and I don't care.
Seven lobsters in a dish, as fresh as any heart could wish.
Six joiners in Joiners' Hall, working with their tools and all.
Five beetles against the wall, close to an old woman's apple-stall.
Four puppies with our dog Ball, who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

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Nine ships sailing on the main,
Some bound for France, and some for Spain;
I wish them all safe back again.
Eight peacocks in the air,
I wonder how they all got there?
You don't know, and I don't care.
Seven lobsters in a dish,
As fresh as any heart could wish.
Six joiners in Joiners' Hall,
Working with their tools and all.
Five beetles against the wall,
Close to an old woman's apple-stall.
Four puppies with our dog Ball,
Who daily for their breakfast call.
Three monkeys tied to a log.
Two puddings' ends, would choke a dog,
Or a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog.

[Illustration]

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MY MOTHER.

Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
    My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
    My Mother.

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Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
    My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
    My Mother.

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Who dress'd my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play.
And minded all I had to say?
    My Mother.

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Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love GOD's holy book and day.
And walk in Wisdom's pleasant way?
    My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me,
    My Mother?

Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if GOD please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
    My Mother.

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Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
    My Mother.

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When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away.
    My Mother.

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And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch _thy_ bed.
And tears of sweet affection shed,
    My Mother.

For GOD, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise
    My Mother.

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Transcriber's notes:

   The Table of Contents was added.

   In "A Gaping-Wide-Mouth-Waddling Frog", the original text has
   variations between verses in the position of the apostrophe in
   "Joiners" and "Puddings". These have been made consistent.

   In "A Gaping-Wide-Mouth-Waddling Frog", the variations in wording
   and punctuation of the first line of each verse are preserved
   from the original.





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