A Burrowing Game
See the little mousie, creeping up the stair,
Looking for a warm nest—there, oh, there!
(Mother’s fingers creep up the body, and finally fumble in baby’s neck.)
Pat a Cake
A Froebel Finger Play
Baby, would you like to make
For yourself a little cake?
Pat it gently, smooth it down.
Baker says: “Now, in to brown;
Bring it here, baby dear,
While the oven fire burns clear.”
“Baker, see, here is my cake;
Bake it well for baby’s sake.”
“In the oven, right deep down,
Here the cake will soon get brown.”