There was a little country school,
in the town where I was born.
A big bell high up in the sky,
we'd hear it ring each morn'.
Miss Rudolf would stand near the front door,
and say, "It's time to take up books".
We'd hurry in, slide in our desks,
like rows in a garden, or so it looked.
I was only five, when I started school,
not at all very big, you see.
Sometimes I'd cry, I was so shy,
Miss Rudolf would sit me upon her knee.
I learned a lot at that little school,
I learned to read and write.
I learned to spell, add, and subtract,
" Little Danny Donkey," I could recite.
Now I'm old , my hair is gray,
but in my mind I still can see,
me, In that little town where I was born,
at school, sitting on Miss Rudolf's knee.
" Little Danny Donkey"
Little Danny Donkey,
didn't like to wash his ears.
At breakfast every morning,
Danny's mother sent him back.
To do his washing over,
'cause his ears were very black.
They say he's doing better now,
and, Oh I hope it's true.
I'd hate to be so lazy,
and so careless, wouldn't you?
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