THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, Cried "Gobble, gobble, gobble: "

The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, Went hobble, hobble, hobble.

DCLV.

HINK, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:

There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.

DCLVI.

WHAT are little boys made of, made of?
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?

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.

DCLVII.

BABY and I

Were baked in a pie,
The gravy was wonderful hot:

We had nothing to pay
To the baker that day,

And so we crept out of the pot.

CHARLEY wag,

DCLX.

Ate the pudding and left the bag.

DCLXI.

HANNAH BANTRY in the pantry,
Eating a mutton-bone;

How she gnawed it, how she clawed it,
When she found she was alone!

DCLXII.

GIRLS and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk, and I'll find flour,

And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

DCLXIII.

HARK, hark!

The dogs do bark,

Beggars are coming to town;

Some in jags,

Some in rags,

And some in velvet gowns.