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    Tyme for a Rhyme
    Tyme for a Rhyme
    Tyme for a Rhyme
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    Tyme for a Rhyme

    By Nan Solum

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    Tyme for a Rhyme is a fully illustrated compilation of children's verses and is designed to entertain, teach, and perhaps bring a feeling of nostalgia to grown-ups who remember the old-fashioned poems and illustrations of their youth.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPage Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateJun 26, 2023
    ISBN9798886548471
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      Tyme for a Rhyme - Nan Solum

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      Tyme for a Rhyme

      Nan Solum

      Copyright © 2023 Nan Solum

      All rights reserved

      First Edition

      PAGE PUBLISHING

      Conneaut Lake, PA

      First originally published by Page Publishing 2023

      ISBN 979-8-88654-846-4 (pbk)

      ISBN 979-8-88654-847-1 (digital)

      Printed in the United States of America

      Table of Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Ant Mame

      The Old Sailor

      The Gentle Lion

      Down in the Dumps

      After the Rain

      Cleo the Cat

      Fishing

      Fingerprints

      Alphabet Story

      I Love Chocolate

      Do You Think It's because of the Dark?

      Eggbert the Egg

      Living at the Zoo

      A Prehistoric Tale

      A Fantasy of Delights

      A Dove Story

      How Do You Get the Tuna in the Tuna Fish Can?

      Johnny's Place

      I Hate Taking Baths

      Scamp the Tramp

      Checkers

      I'm Havin' a Very Bad Day

      Sir Francis Bacon

      Teddy the Bear

      I Dropped My Ball

      David Deville

      Corny

      Dressing Up

      The Hoagie Sandwich

      The Bridge o'er the Serpent's Bend

      The Singing Chef

      Snyder the Spider

      Horace the Horse

      Sandcastles

      Howard the Coward

      Sissy Sassafras

      Suzy Tishes Hates to Wash the Dishes

      The Spirit of Christmas

      The Boyz Club

      The Birthday Cake

      The Blue Kazoo

      The Candy Store

      Lollipop

      The Masked Bandit

      Mick, Mack, and Mike

      Pepper Street

      Otto the Auto

      Oscar the Octopus

      Mr. Kitt

      Percy Soothsayer

      Prissy Priscilla

      Going to the Fair

      The Vegetable Garden

      Helga the Witch

      Perky the Turkey

      Herm the Worm

      The Hairy Fellow

      The Pie Odyssey

      The Saturday Matinee

      The Girl with the Prettiest Smile

      The Church Organ

      Green Eggs

      Wallace the Walrus

      The Holey Shoes

      The Cowlick

      Tom the Tomcat

      The Library

      The Silly Hobby

      The Itch

      What's That Funny Little Sound?

      Baccamoon

      Tubby Butterball

      The Pickle Barrel

      Wrinkles

      The Carousel Horse

      The New Pair of Pants

      The Man in the Moon

      Who Stole the Ham?

      The Magician

      What's a Whirligig?

      The Weeping Willow

      The Pet Shop

      About the Author

      Acknowledgments

      Many thanks to my husband and soulmate, Carl Liljedahl,

      A special thank you to my friend and mentor, Ron Soares.

      The Heart Within

      This world would be a better place

      If we could look beyond the face

      And see within, and not

      The color of the skin.

      It isn't the size that counts,

      It's the heart within;

      And in the end,

      We are all God's children

      My friend.

      —Grace Stewart

      —Karen White

      Ant Mame

      Once upon a time

      In a town called Baine,

      There lived a tiny ant,

      And her name was Mame.

      She worked very hard

      From dawn until dusk,

      Until one spring day,

      She was tired of the fuss.

      She left her anthill

      To seek a new life,

      Away from the cities,

      The crowds and the strife.

      She made a nice home

      In a hollow log,

      Away from the cold,

      The rain, and the fog.

      At night she would sleep

      On a feather bed,

      A single plume

      From a robin's head.

      She'd drift off to sleep

      'Neath the starry sky,

      Lulled by the crickets'

      Sweet lullaby.

      She often would crawl

      To the strawberry patch,

      And pick for herself

      A big juicy batch

      Of pollen and nectar

      And nice things to munch,

      Which she carried back home

      And had for her lunch.

      From time to time,

      She would visit her friends

      At the anthill in Baine,

      Just around the bend.

      But she always returned

      To her home in the woods,

      'Neath an old oak tree

      Where her little log stood.

      You might say Ant Mame

      Was a queer little bug,

      But her home was as snug

      As a slug in a rug.

      The Old Sailor

      There once was an old sailor

      Named Johnny Jack Bristow,

      He grew up on the beaches

      Of old San Francisco.

      He had an Irish pan face

      With a ruddy complexion,

      And a fine sense of humor

      That was full of affection.

      He wore a captain's hat

      Upon his balding head,

      His brows were full and black

      With a slight touch of red.

      The glint in his kind eyes

      Showed the wisdom of age;

      Though he was a poor man,

      Jack was a wise old sage.

      He loved to tell strange stories

      Of his seafaring youth;

      When he spoke, there were flashes

      Of his gold snaggletooth.

      Children young and old

      Loved to gather round to hear

      Stories of his travels

      And adventures far and near.

      He became an orphan

      At the tender age of twelve;

      When his father passed away,

      No food was there to shelve.

      He was a wild, rejected waif

      Who learned to live off the land

      By fishing the many beaches

      And sleeping on the sand.

      With the homeless urchins

      Wandering in the streets,

      He learned to be sleight of hand

      And pilfer things to eat.

      They watched great dray horses

      Pull with might and will

      The heavily laden wagons

      As they clambered up the hills.

      While they stretched and strained

      On steep slopes with their loads,

      The urchins sneaked up and swiped

      The produce and bread loaves.

      Jack only had schooling

      Up to the sixth grade,

      But he was destined to learn

      All about a seaman's trade.

      He went to sea as a cabin boy

      And worked his way up to

      A handsome merchant seaman

      With an able-bodied crew.

      He traveled all the world

      At a time that had seen

      The end of sailing ships

      And the dawning of steam.

      Then he settled in a shanty

      That once was an old shed,

      With a few bits of furniture

      And a hammock for a bed.

      Jack's little shanty

      Was a humble abode,

      But it had a special charm

      Under a candle's warm glow.

      He had a modest table

      Covered with a worn oilcloth,

      And three rickety old chairs

      That had been nibbled by moths.

      He had a brown wooden icebox

      With tomato juice in the rear,

      Along with cream, eggs, bacon,

      And an occasional beer.

      One uncovered light bulb

      Hung from the low ceiling,

      But Jack often

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