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• BUFFALO • NEW YORK ■ 
 
 THE HAYES LITHOGRAPHING CO. 
 
D how do you get to Toy- 
 land ? 
 
 To all little people the joy- 
 land? 
 
 Just follow your nose 
 And go on tip-toes, 
 
 It’s only a minute to Toy-land. 
 
 And oh! but it’s gay in Toy-land, 
 This bright, merry, girl-and-boy-land, 
 And woolly dogs white 
 That never will bite 
 You’ll meet on the highways in Toy- 
 land. 
 
 Society’s fine, in Toy-land, 
 
 The dollies all think it a joy-land. 
 
 And folks in the ark 
 Stay out after dark 
 And tin soldiers regulate Toy-land. 
 
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 How long do you live in Toy- 
 land? 
 
 This bright, merry, girl-and-boy- 
 land? 
 
 A few days at best, 
 
 We stay as a guest, 
 good-bye, 
 
 forever, to Toy-land ! 
 
 A Trip to Toy-land. 
 
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|OW many miles to Baby-land? 
 Any one can tell, 
 
 Up one flight, 
 
 To your right, 
 
 Please to ring the bell. 
 
 What can you see in Baby-land ? 
 Little folks in white ; 
 
 Downy heads, 
 
 Cradle beds, 
 
 Faces pure and bright. 
 
 What do they do in Baby-land ? 
 Dream and wake and play; 
 Laugh and crow, 
 
 Shout and grow, 
 
 Jolly times have they. 
 
 What do they say in Baby-land ? 
 Why, the oddest things; 
 
 Might as well 
 Try to tell 
 
 What the birdie sings. 
 
is Queen of Baby-land ? 
 
 , kind and sweet; 
 And her love 
 Born above, 
 
 Guides the little feet. 
 
 Baby-land, 
 
 Though the bird flies far 
 And the fair flower goes. 
 
 The sweet of the year 
 Is set in the snows. 
 
 The wind o’ the winter 
 It breaks into bloom 
 And suddenly songs 
 Are sung in the gloom. 
 
 And winging hearts cross 
 And whisper together. 
 
 And a night and a day 
 It is perfect weather. 
 
 St. Valentine* s Day. 
 
HAT is this with blue 
 Lit-tle shoes, so new, 
 Cun-ning lit-tle feet, 
 
 Trot- ting down the street, 
 What will Ma-ma say? 
 Baby’s run a-way, 
 
 Ba-by Fay Fer-ny. 
 
 Calls a boy, “ Hal-lo ! 
 
 See here, lit-tle pop-pet show, 
 Come with me ! ” “ No, no, 
 Ba-by’s do-in’ do 
 Ba-by’s own self ! ” Fast 
 Round the corner passed 
 Ba-by Fay Fer-ny. 
 
 Stops a great big man, 
 Hur-ry-ing all he can, 
 
 “ Here ! what’s this ! my ! 
 Drop-ped down from the sky? 
 Some-bod-ys to blame. 
 
 Baby, what ’s your name ? ” 
 “Ba-by Fay Fer-ny.” 
 
 Ba-by Fay Fer-ny. 
 
2|||g^^fWO little cub-bears, 
 
 Frisky and strong, 
 
 Hair brown and shaggy. 
 Claws sharp and long. 
 
 Two little cub-bears 
 In a child’s breast, 
 Fawn-like and gentle, 
 Bringing us rest. 
 
 In the green grass rolling, 
 Snapping their jaws, 
 
 Now standing upright, 
 Licking their paws. 
 
 Why, how can that be ? 
 
 Not strange you stare, 
 Where was there ever 
 A gentle bear ? 
 
 Two little cub-bears 
 In a child’s breast, 
 
 Called bear and forbear , 
 
 They bring us rest. 
 
 Two Little Bears. 
 
PRINCESS, what shall I bring 
 To offer before thy throne? 
 For I know of no joyous 
 thing 
 
 That is not already thine 
 own. 
 
 Youth and beauty and love, 
 Desirest thou more than these ? 
 
 Lo, from the skies above 
 
 And from far away mystical seas. 
 
 All things radiant and rare, 
 
 All things tender and sweet, 
 Hasten, O Princess fair, 
 
 To fall in delight at thy feet. 
 
 So, Princess, what shall I bring, 
 When Ibw I bend at thy throne ? 
 
 “ My heart for an offering,” 
 
 E’en that has been long thine own. 
 
 A Valentine. 
 
True love is like the ivy green, 
 That ne’er forgetteth what hath 
 been, 
 
 And so till life itself be gone. 
 Until the end it clingeth on, 
 What though the tree where it 
 may cling 
 
 Shall hardly know another 
 
 spring ; 
 
 be 
 
 What though its boughs 
 dead and bare ? 
 
 The twining ivy climbeth there 
 And clasps it with a firmer hold, 
 With stronger love than that of 
 old, 
 
 And lends it grace it never had 
 When time was young and life 
 was glad. 
 
 V True Love. 
 
 
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FUNNY little chin, 
 
 A funny little nose, 
 
 A funny little grin, 
 
 Ten funny little toes. 
 
 Two funny little eyes, 
 
 And funny little hands, 
 How funnily he tries 
 
 To give his wee commands. 
 
 A funny little chat 
 
 With funny little bees, 
 
 A funny little cat 
 
 And funny toads and trees, 
 A funny little dress, 
 
 A funny laugh of joy, 
 
 May heaven ever bless 
 My funny little boy. 
 
 A funny little sigh, 
 
 A funny little head, 
 
 That funnily will try 
 
 To miss the time for bed. 
 
 A funny little peep 
 
From funny eyes that gleam, 
 A funny little sleep, 
 
 A funny little dream. 
 
 A Funny Little Boy. 
 
 Go, little darling, go, 
 
 Nid nodding to Bye-low ; 
 The snow white sheep 
 Are fast asleep 
 In such a pretty row, 
 
 All in the sweet Bye-low ; 
 Then go, my darling, go. 
 
 A Lullaby . 
 
ITHIN each heart there lies apart 
 From all its cares and sorrows, 
 A paradise which knows no 
 sighs, 
 
 A world of happy morrows ; 
 
 A heaven of light, unknown to 
 blight 
 
 Of winter, bleak and dreary, 
 
 Whose days are long and sweet with song, 
 Whose hours are never weary. 
 
 What matter though earth’s pathways glow 
 No more with springtime gladness ? 
 What if each June has flown too soon 
 And left a look of sadness? 
 
 No real love so true will prove, 
 
 No tones one half so tender, 
 
 No lips so pure as those which lure 
 The soul to visioned splendor. 
 
 Paradise,