THE art of good driving's a paradox quite, TWELVE huntsmen with horns and hounds, Hunting over other men's grounds! Eleven ships sailing o'er the main, Some bound for France and some for Spain: Some low and some high; I wonder how they all came there, As fresh as any heart could wish; Close by an old woman's apple stall; Five puppies of our dog "Ball," Who daily for their breakfast call; Four horses stuck in a bog, Three monkies tied to a clog; Two pudding-ends would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog. HERE was a man, and his name was Dob, THERE And he had a wife, and her name was Mob And he had a dog, and he called it Cob, Cob, says Dob, Chitterabob, says Mob, Р UP she goes and down she comes, If you haven't got apples, I'll give you some plums. HEN a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist; For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist; But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist, The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth the twist. Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between, The twain that, in twining, before in the twine, WE'RE all in the dumps, For diamonds are trumps; The kittens are gone to St. Paul's! The babies are bit, The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls. ་ The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried. WHAT What are little boys made of? Snaps 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, made of, Sugar and spice, and all things that are nice; WHAT shoe-maker makes shoes without leather, With all the four elements put together? Ev'ry customer has two pair. [A horse-shoe.] WASH, hands, wash, Daddy's gone to plough, If you want your hands wash'd, WASH on Friday, Wash in need; Wash on Saturday, |