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. Child’s Song
5. The Little Jumping Girls

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