THE art of good driving's a paradox quite, Though custom has proved it so long; If you go to the left, you're sure to go right, If you go to the right, you go wrong. 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; Ten comets in the sky, Nine peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all came there, As fresh as any heart could wish; Six beetles against the wall, 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 monkeys tied to a log; Two pudding-ends would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide mouthed, waddling frog. THERE was a man, and his name was Dob, If you haven't got apples, I'll give you some plums. WHEN a Twister a twisting, will twist him a twist; For the twisting of his twist, he three times doth intwist; 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. WHAT are little boys made of, made of, Snaps and nails, and puppy-dog's tails; 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? Fire and water, earth and air; Every customer has two pair. [A horse-shoe.] WASH, hands, wash, If you want your hands washed, WASH on Friday, Wash in need ; Wash on Saturday, Slut indeed. |