Boys and Girls The Verses of James W. Foley

Our Uncle Bill’s a bachelur, an’ it’s an awful shame, ’Cuz he knows stories about bears an’ knows ’em all by name. An’ growls ’ist like a really one an’ makes you think a bear I...

An’ ’en I found the nicest ink, an’ one of ’em was red, An’ one was black an’ ’en I think I spilt some on the bed, But my! I wiped it up, ’ist so, an’ sopped it with a quilt So...

I’m glad I was always so good to her; I was just up there in the nursery Picking up things--you know--that were Left strewn about as carelessly As a child will do when she’s cal...

Hear the green woods cry and call, Through the Summer to the Fall, “We are waiting, waiting, waiting, with a welcome for you all!” Hear the lads take up the cry, With an echo, s...

I know a little sailor who has never been to sea, But walks the deck of our back porch as bold as he can be. He never shows a sign of fear when in the stoutest gale, Nor ever lo...

And so from these joys without number, Ere aught of the glitter was gone, He went to his dream-laden slumber, Where on plays the music, and on. For him all the revel is maddest,...

If he goes shinning up a tree: “Don’t do that, dear!” If he should be Astride a roof I know I’ll hear Her call to him: “Don’t do that, dear!” His life is all “Don’t this,” “Don’...

“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said, As he clattered him down the stair, And found him a hat for his curly head And called to a dog somewhere. Then off like a flash down the...

I am sitting here and dreaming with the mellow lamplight streaming Through the vine-embowered window in a yellow filigree; On the fragrant air come winging vagrant notes of woma...