So she gave them some broth And whipped them all soundly, And put them to bed. LITTLE JACK HORNER Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie: He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I." Oh! mother, she looks Like a lamp in the air. Last week she was smaller, And shaped like a bow; But now she's grown bigger, Pretty moon, pretty moon, And make it all bright You shine on my playthings, At your pretty bright face. |