Books with author Mez Clark

Is your child or a child you know starting school soon?Are they worried and not really wanting to go?Well let Betty Loo help ease their minds.She, too, is scared to begin school, but by the end of the story she loves it so much she doesn't want to go home.This is a fun interactive read aimed at children ages 4 to 6.The colors and words make it a great read for all children.There are pop-ups throughout the story to engage your child; as well as questions at the end to help get your child talking about what they read and how they feel.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1815 Excerpt: ...head. PADDY HEW. CANTO III. ARGUMENT. The foe distrest, in puddle hid, Reduc'd almost to invalid, Rose np snrpris'd, when Paddy Hew Took fright at horrid interview. He saw the devil and his wife, Or something like 'em--large as life. Jack Straw relates a dream he had While he was sleeping in his bed: The foe advanc'd, a bloody battle, Thick heads resound and cudgels rattle. The hist'ry of a little coquet Who cheated Jack Straw, like a blockhead Comes in, while Paddy gets rib-roasted By Ironside, completely worsted. And Rod'rick bold, it made to cry For quarter from Jack Straw, or die; It was not in his pow'r to fly. PADDY HEW. CANTO III. 1 HE sun had sunk to mainmast high, And blazing was the western sky--Before we do again begin Twill savour well, and be, I ween, Correct--like others to invoke, A Muse, to carry on the joke; The Muse to us who's most in vogue, Is spirit--'tis the power of Grog. Assist me now, ascend my brain, And warm me with thy fire again; Let my ideas quickly flow Pure as new milk from Colin's cow, Provoke my mind's poetic fancies, Unlock my heart and wake my senses, And fill me with that mad disease That " I may sing as I shall please;" All powerful Grog, but grant me this And I shall take it--not amiss. Assist me, gentle Peter Pindar, Strike me a light, my thoughts are tinder, Strike well into my tinder-box, And I will serve it out to flocks Of honest dogs--and wicked rogues. O thou!--who didst thy muse provoke To puff thee--with poetic smoke, Laiidor! again I thee invoke, Again I trouble thee, my friend, To lend thy wonder-working hand. Brave Paddy Hew, led on by fate " And Juno's unrelenting hate," Or some one's else, (we cannot wait) Advanc'd incautious and unknowing To bush where under hid his foe, in Dire distr...

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