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Space Child's Mother Goose Help! part 2

The rest of the verses I can't find sources for:
31. Titus FitzImmeter
Said, "The Plainimeter 
Agoragraphs a vicinity."
Herein he was right,
but he scarcely shed light
On the Circular Points at Infinity.

32. Automation
is vexation,
Quaternions are bad;
Analysis Situs
is only detritus,
I wonder: have I been had?

34. One is just half of the old Snake's Eyes--
Flying saucers are filling the skies.

The Trey is followed by Little Joe--
Antigravity makes them go.

The Feever's eye is on Dixie's Six--
Sound the alarm if the space-drive sticks.

Seven from Heaven and Eight from Decatur--
Hope for the best from the Astrogator

Nona peptona pursues Big Ten--
Rockets blast as the Captain says "when!"

Eleven, and then, with a pair of Box Cars,
the spaceship is wrecked on the Desert of Mars.

36. Geniac, Geniac, Digital Miracle,
Giving an answer that's Truly empirical.
Learned men, lost in a Drawjopping daze,
Watch six-year-old Seniors, all grabbing off A's.

37.  Rock and Roll with self control, My Cybernetic baby;
the Laws of Mede and Persian need That infants heed them--maybe.

Foundations shake, Computers break And science goes be-bop,
But baby's joy is till the toy with foolish ears that flop.

43.  The Pimlico Dream of the Bloomsbury Group
may have made Mayfair a Keynesigton Soup.


44 is "A diller a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar. What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock but now you come at noon."
Duh! *smacks self on head*
Of course it is.
35 is the Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat
side by side at the table sat and I forget the rest.

I knew it was something like that but without the actual words "gingham" and "calico" I couldn't find it.

The Duel by Eugene Field

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
T'was half past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place
Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!

(Now mind: I'm only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)
The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfulest way you ever saw--
And oh! How the gingham and calico flew!
(Don't fancy I exaggerate--I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about that cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)