The boys have blacked the master's face and he is waking now.

L

Large A, little a.

ARGE A, little a, bouncing B, the cat's in the cupboard

and she can't see.

But though she can't see, she can taste, smell, and feel,
For I hear at this moment a little mouse squeal.

A Song of Sixpence.

ING a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye,

SING

Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie; When the pie was opened the birds began to singWas not that a dainty dish to set before a king?

The king was in the counting-house, counting out his money;
The queen was in the pantry, eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird and snapped off her nose.

The maid who made the pastry should be last to show surprise,
For she had caught the blackbirds and popped them into pies.
'You'll never sneeze again, miss,' the bird above her crows,
'And when you'll make mag-pies again you little knows.'

Hey, diddle diddle.

EY, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed to see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Now what means this riddle, a cat with a fiddle,
A cow leaping high as the moon,

A dog's fancy tickled at seeing such pranks,

And a dish making off with a spoon?

Now, Miss Catherine Sly-puss is the cat in the riddle,

Who oft strikes the guitar, which Young Tom calls her fiddle;

That young comical dog who will quiz every tune,

And declares, like a dish, she's attached to a spoon.

But the wedding's next week, when the bride and her spouse
Must get over their honeymoon somehow at Cowes.

Charity Fones.

HARITY JONES, whom nobody owns,

CF

Broke his bones jumping over tombstones :
He knew it was wrong, but, singing a song,
Went bounding along the new graves among;
When he suddenly trips, falls in one of the pits,
Dashed himself all to bits, yet a thrashing he gets,
And the parish remarks

What discretion omits.

Old Mother Hubbard.

LD Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,

OL

To get her poor dog a bone;

But when she got there the cupboard was bare,

And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's for muffins and bread,

And lo! when she returned, found her starved dog was dead.