Here's A Nut

    "Here's a nut, there's a nut;
    Hide it quick away,
    In a hole, under leaves,
    To eat some winter day.
    Acorns sweet are plenty,
    We will have them all:
    Skip and scamper lively
    Till the last ones fall."

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott was an American novelist and poet best known as the author of the novel 'Little Women' and its sequels 'Little Men' and 'Jo's Boys.' Born in Germantown, Pennsylvania, she grew up in Massachusetts. She was an abolitionist and a feminist and was active in both the Transcendentalist and suffragist movements. Alcott began writing to support her family and went on to publish numerous works that have had a lasting impact on American literature.

Louisa May Alcott

To One Who Teaches Me

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Bide A Wee

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Oh My Heart Is Sad And Weary

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Lily-Bell

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Sweet! Sweet!

"Sweet! Sweet!
Come, come and eat,
Dear little girls
With yellow curls;
For here you'll find
Sweets to your mind.
On every tree
Sugar-plums you'll see;
In every dell
Grows the caramel.
Over every wall
Gum-drops fall;
Molasses flows
Where our river goes.
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Lies sugar sweet;
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Grow almonds red.
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Are not for the nose;
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To eat or suck.
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When two friends kiss,
For they honey sip
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The Beech-Nut Gatherer.

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    In the soft October breeze.

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Here Is The Bracelet

    "Here is the bracelet
    For good little May
    To wear on her arm
    By night and by day.
    When it shines like the sun,
    All's going well;
    But when you are bad,
    A sharp prick will tell.
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    Sweet gifts every day,
    Till all the year round
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Now Hark, Little May

    "Now hark, little May,
    If you want to do right,
    Under your pillow
    Just look every night.
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    All through the day,
    A gift you will find,
    Useful or gay;
    But if you have been
    Cross, selfish, or wild,
    A bad thing will come
    For the naughty child.
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    And soon you will see
    How easy and sweet
    To grow good it will be."


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Splash, Dash!

    "Splash, dash!
    Rumble and crash!
    Here come the beavers gay;
    See what they do,
    Rosy, for you,
    Because you helped me one day."


    "They come at my call;
    And though they are small,
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    For love of Rosy dear."

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