Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what i… Why are you shaking so? Why do y… Because it is just a white baby yo… And it’s the black ones you like,… Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you’re…

Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies—wax and leather. Every day they took an airing;

Little Star, little Star, Come down quick. The Moon is a bogey-man; He’ll eat you certain if he can. Little Star, little Star,

I saw a tiny God Sitting Under a bright blue umbrella That had white tassels And forked ribs of gold.

Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and sma… The books, the lamp, the furniture… The very pictures on the wall— Crowded upon us as we sat

Heavens above! here’s an old tie o… Sea-green dragons stamped on a gol… Ha! Ha! Ha! What children we we… Do you love me enough to wear it n… Have you the courage of your prist…

Out in the garden, Out in the windy, swinging dark, Under the trees and over the flowe… Over the grass and under the hedge… Someone is sweeping, sweeping,

After all the rain, the sun Shines on hill and grassy mead; Fly into the garden, child, You are very glad indeed. For the days have been so dull,

I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor’s flag unfurled… For me, the uprooted tree. My challenge to the world is hurle…

Sing a song of men’s pyjamas, Half-past-six has got a pair, And he’s wearing them this evening… And he’s looking such a dear. Sing a song of frocks with pockets

Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mounta… A mountain all covered with snow. And he was quite pretty and tiny

In the profoundest ocean There is a rainbow shell, It is always there, shining most s… Under the greatest storm waves That the old Greek called “ripple…

Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all the people’s feet, Though they run with might and mai…

My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and sw… Right on her sash or pinny strings… It is a horrid thing and wild

A Gulf of silence separates us fr… I stand at one side of the gulf, y… I cannot see you or hear you, yet… Often I call you by your childish… And pretend that the echo to my cr…