Walter Crane Head Poems

  • 1.
    The north wind doth blow
    And we shall have snow,
    And what will poor Robin do then--poor thing?
    He'll sit in a barn
    ...
  • 2.
    To the Wolf, from whose throat Dr Crane
    Drew the bone, his long bill made it plain
    He expected his fee:
    Snarled Wolf--"Fiddle de dee,
    ...
  • 3.
    In the race of the flowers that's run due,

    As the HARTSTONGUE pants at the well

    ...
  • 4.
    Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
    Now we dance looby, looby light;
    Now we dance looby, looby, looby,
    Now we dance looby as yesternight.
    ...
  • 5.
    A

    A carrion crow sat on an oak,
    Watching a tailor shape his cloak.
    ...
  • 6.
    Oranges and lemons, says the bells of St. Clemen's;
    You owe me five farthings, says the bells of St. Martin's;
    When will you pay me, says the bells of Old Bailey;
    When I grow rich, says the bells of Shoreditch;
    ...
  • 7.
    Old Mother Hubbard
    Went to the cupboard
    To get her poor Dog a bone;
    But when she came there
    ...
  • 8.
    When Summer on the earth was queen
    She held her court in gardens green
    Fair hung with tapestry of leaves,
    Where threads of gold the sun enweaves
    ...
Total 8 Head Poems by Walter Crane

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