There were two blind men went to see Two cripples run a race, The bull did fight the humblebee And scratched him in the face. Fa, Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he live or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make me bread. Richard and Robin were two pretty men; We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin, What to do there? says Robin to Bobin, says John all alone, What to do there? says every one. We'll shoot at a wren, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says John all alone, She's dead, she's dead, says Richard to Robin, How get her home? says Richard to Robin, In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin, How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin, We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone, We'll hire seven cooks, says every one. B |