Part 3 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: Decoration]

CROSS patch, Draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, Then call your neighbours in.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Decoration]

I LOVE my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.

I hate him because he's Avaricious.

He took me to the Sign of the Acorn, And treated me with Apples.

His name's Andrew, And he lives at Arlington.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Decoration]

ONE, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen;

Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?

Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids a-kissing; Seventeen, eighteen, Maid a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, My stomach's empty.

[Ill.u.s.tration: TALES]

[Ill.u.s.tration: The man in the moon]

THE man in the moon, Came tumbling down, And ask'd his way to Norwich, He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Decoration]

MY dear, do you know, How a long time ago, Two poor little children, Whose names I don't know, Were stolen away on a fine summer's day, And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.

And when it was night, So sad was their plight, The sun it went down, And the moon gave no light.

They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried, And the poor little things, they lay down and died.

And when they were dead, The Robins so red Brought strawberry-leaves And over them spread; And all the day long They sung them this song: ”Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!

And don't you remember the babes in the wood?”

[Ill.u.s.tration: There was a crooked man]

THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

[Ill.u.s.tration: Decoration]

SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, ”Let me taste your ware.”

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, ”Show me first your penny.”

Says Simple Simon to the pieman, ”Indeed I have not any.”

Simple Simon went a-fis.h.i.+ng For to catch a whale: All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail!