Poem by Kate Greenaway

Street Show

Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow.
And you little boys and girls come
                           and see the show.
One – two – three, 
the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away – 
“She hasn’t got me!”

1. Up You Go, Shuttlecocks, Ever So High!
2. Now, All of You, Give Heed unto
3. It Was Tommy Who Said
4. In Go-Cart So Tiny
5. Ball

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