my zipper suit is bunny-brown --
the top zips up, the legs zip down.
i wear it every day.
my daddy brought it out from town.
zip it up, and zip it down,
and hurry out to play!

("my zipper suit," from a pocketful of rhymes, by mary louise allen, published 1939)

i like days
with a snow-white collar,
and nights when the moon
is a silver dollar,
and hills are filled
with eiderdown stuffing
and your breath makes smoke
like an engine puffing.

i like days
when feathers are snowing,
and all the eaves
have petticoats showing,
and the air is cold,
and the wires are humming,
but you feel all warm...
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november comes,
and november goes
with the last red berries
and the first white snows,

with night coming early
and dawn coming late,
and ice in the bucket
and frost by the gate.

the fires burn
and the kettles sing,
and the earth sinks to rest
until next spring.

("november," from twelve months make a year, by elizabeth coatsworth, published 1942)

you're my honeybun, sugarplum, pumpy-umpy-umpkin
you're my sweetie pie
you're my cuppycake, gumdrop, snoogums-boogums
you're the apple of my eye

and i love you so, and i want you to know
that i'll always be right here
and i love to sing this song to you
because you are so dear


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