She called him a good boy, And said it was well.

Goosey, goosey, gander, Where shall I wander?

Upstairs, downstairs, And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man Who would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him downstairs.

I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun.

I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done.

The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown; The lion beat the unicorn All round about the town.

Some gave them white bread, Some gave them brown, Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town.

Three wise men of Gotham, Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song had been longer.

There was a crooked man, And he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence Upon a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, That caught a crooked mouse-- And they all lived together In a little crooked house.

p.u.s.s.icat, wussicat, with a white foot, When is your wedding? for I'll come to't.

The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, don't be too late.

There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes; But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jumped into another bush, And scratched 'em in again.

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Sat.u.r.day.

Buried on Sunday, This is the end Of Solomon Grundy!

Hey! diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, While the dish ran away with the spoon.

What are little boys made of, made of?

What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of.

What are little girls made of, made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice, and all that's nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of.

"Come hither, little puppy-dog, I'll give you a new collar, If you will learn to read your book, And be a clever scholar."

"No! no!" replied the puppy-dog, "I've other fish to fry; For I must learn to guard your house, And bark when thieves come nigh."

With a tingle, tangle t.i.tmouse, Robin knows great A, And B, and C, and D, and E, F, G, H, I, J, K.

"Come hither, pretty c.o.c.katoo, Come and learn your letters; And you shall have a knife and fork To eat with, like your betters."

"No! no!" the c.o.c.katoo replied, "My beak will do as well; I'd rather eat my victuals thus Than go and learn to spell."

With a tingle, tangle t.i.tmouse, Robin knows great A, And B, and C, and D, and E, F, G, H, I, J, K.

"Come hither, little p.u.s.s.y-cat, If you'll your grammar study, I'll give you silver clogs to wear, Whene'er the gutter's muddy."

"No! whilst I grammar learn," says puss, "Your house will in a trice Be overrun from top to toe, With flocks of rats and mice."

With a tingle, tangle t.i.tmouse, Robin knows great A, And B, and C, and D, and E, F, G, H, I, J, K.

"Come hither, then, good little boy, And learn your alphabet, And you a pair of boots and spurs, Like your papa's, shall get."

"Oh yes! I'll learn my alphabet, And when I've learned to read, Perhaps papa will give me, too, A pretty long-tailed steed."

With a tingle, tangle t.i.tmouse, Robin knows great A, And B, and C, and D, and E, F, G, H, I, J, K.

Peter White will ne'er go right: Would you know the reason why?

He follows his nose where'er he goes, And that stands all awry.

The man in the moon Came down too soon, And asked his way to Norwich: He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold plum-porridge.

Dear, dear! what can the matter be?

Two old women got up in an apple-tree; One came down, And the other stayed up till Sat.u.r.day.

Upon a great black horse-ily A man came riding cross-ily; A lady out did come-ily, Said she, "No one's at home-ily,

"But only little people-y, Who've gone to bed to sleep-ily."

The rider on his horse-ily Said to the lady, cross-ily,

"But are they bad or good-ily?

I want it understood-ily."

"Oh, they act bad and bold-ily, And don't do what they're told-ily."

"Good-by!" said he, "dear Ma'am-ily, I've nothing for your family."

And scampered off like mouse-ily Away, way from the house-ily.

"Mother Goose from Germany."

_The Rabbits_

Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, Two rabbits sat in the sun, O!

And there they ate the green, green gra.s.s, Till all the gra.s.s was gone, O!

And when they had eaten enough, nough, nough, They sat down to have a talk, O!