You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town

Children delight in folk-tale and fairy lore, but the very little child loves best the story which mirrors the familiar. And it is for him, and for the mother who is striving in this age of profusion to guard the innate simplicity of her child's nature, that I have written my little stories.

Keep thou an open door between thy child's life and thine own.

Once upon a time there was a saucer pie. A saucer pie is one that is baked in a saucer instead of a pan; and if you have never seen one, I hope you will before you are a hundred years old.

The humblest workman has his place, Which no one else can fill.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

You better watch out You better not cry Better not pout I'm telling you why Santa Claus is coming to town