Seven lobsters in a dish, As fresh as any heart could wish; Six beetles against the wall, Close by an old woman's apple-stall ; Five puppies by our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call; Four horses stuck in a bog; Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding heads would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog." "Nine peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all came there! Working with their tools and all; As fresh as any heart could wish; Six beetles against the wall, Close by an old woman's apple-stall ; Five puppies by our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call; Four horses stuck in a bog; Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding heads would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog." "Ten comets in the sky, Some low, and some high; Nine peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all came there ! As fresh as any heart could wish; Close by an old woman's apple-stall ; Five puppies by our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call ; Four horses stuck in a bog; Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding heads would choke a dog, With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog." "Eleven ships sailing o'er the main, Some bound for France, and some for Spain, I wish them all safe home again; Ten comets in the sky, Some low, and some high; Nine peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all came there! I don't know, and I don't care ; Eight joiners in Joiners' Hall, As fresh as any heart could wish ; Close by an old woman's apple-stall ; Five puppies by our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call; Four horses stuck in a bog; Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding heads would choke a dog; With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog." "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, I wish them all safe home again; Ten comets in the sky, Some low, and some high; Nine peacocks in the air, I wonder how they all came there! As fresh as any heart could wish; Six beetles against the wall, Five puppies by our dog Ball, Who daily for their breakfast call; Four horses stuck in a bog; Three monkeys tied to a clog; Two pudding heads would choke a dog; With a gaping, wide-mouthed, waddling frog." John Wyming made the priming, John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all." "John Crowder made the powder, But John Ball shot them all." "John Puzzle made the muzzle, John Crowder made the powder, John Block made the stock, John Brammer made the rammer, John Wyming made the priming, John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all." "John Clint made the flint, John Puzzle made the muzzle, John Crowder made the powder, John Block made the stock, John Brammer made the rammer, John Wyming made the priming, John Scott made the shot, But John Ball shot them all." |