Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 DREAMS FOR THREE

Three little dreams flew in from the south

And they flew in a swift straight line

And one was a dream of peaches and cream

And that little dream was mine;

I dreamed that a pretty white cloth was spread

With the round moon set for a dish

And I ate in state of peaches and cream

As much as my heart could wish.

The next little dream was a funny one;

It came to Molly O’Lear;

She thought that she rode on a great green goose

That bucked like a Texas steer;

It flopped about, till it knocked her off,

And it cackled “Gingerbread Joke;”

And Molly wondered what that could be,

And while she was wondering, woke.

The last little dream was the best of all.

It flew to Elizabeth Lee.

She swung in a hammock, embroidered with snails,

Way up to the top of a tree;

And there she found, all cuddled away,

In a sort of a cottony nest,

The Little Lost Princess of Shut-Eye town;—

No wonder her dream was best.