Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

A little boy got out of bed
'Twas only six o'clock
And out the window poked his head.
And spied a crowing cock.

The little boy said, "Mr. Bird,
Pray tell me who are you?'
And all the answer that he heard
Was, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

'What would you think, if you were me,
He said, "and I were you?”
But still that bird provokingly
Cried, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Now hark to me, you stupid head,
How much is two times two?'
That old bird winked one eye, and said
Just "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The boy then slammed the window down,
To a fence the old bird flew,
And flapping hard his two wings brown
Cried, "Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doodle-doo!”

Mop, The Pet Cat

MY own fat hen
Did go one day
Out in the lot,
An egg to lay.

The day was hot
A cow sat by,
And in her ear
Was a big fly.
"Buz, buz, buz, buz"
The fly did go,
In the cow's ear,
bit it so.

The cow did say,
"moo! moo I
Do go a-way,
do ! do !

" Go to the pig,
You bad old fly,
Get out ! get out !
moo I my !"
It did not go,
The bad old fly ;
And now it lit
In the cow's eye.

Tip she did hop !
And ran a-way;
And now my hen
Her egg did lay.

But oh ! oh ! oh !
A sly red fox,
Who was all hid
In an old box,
Did get my hen
And get her egg,
Tho' she did cry,
And she did beg.

But the red fox,
me ! my !
He bit and bit,
So she did die.

He ate her up
In his old den :
He ate her up,
My own fat hen.
And I so sad
All day, did spy
To see the bad
Red fox go by.

I set a net,
And oh ! I saw
The bad red fox
Put in his paw.

Now he did cry,
And he did beg,
But no ! I had
Him by the leg.
To let him go
Was not to be,
And our old Dan
Did say to me :

" the bad fox !
As I say 'one,’
I'll hit him pop !
Out of my gun."

The fox did die,
And my new hen
Can lay an egg,
Or two, or ten.
For now no fox
Can eat my lien,
Or get her egg,
Or two, or ten.

The Hen and Fox

MY own fat hen
Did go one day
Out in the lot,
An egg to lay.

The day was hot
A cow sat by,
And in her ear
Was a big fly.
"Buz, buz, buz, buz"
The fly did go,
In the cow's ear,
bit it so.

The cow did say,
"moo! moo I
Do go a-way,
do ! do !

" Go to the pig,
You bad old fly,
Get out ! get out !
moo I my !"
It did not go,
The bad old fly ;
And now it lit
In the cow's eye.

Tip she did hop !
And ran a-way;
And now my hen
Her egg did lay.

But oh ! oh ! oh !
A sly red fox,
Who was all hid
In an old box,
Did get my hen
And get her egg,
Tho' she did cry,
And she did beg.

But the red fox,
me ! my !
He bit and bit,
So she did die.

He ate her up
In his old den :
He ate her up,
My own fat hen.
And I so sad
All day, did spy
To see the bad
Red fox go by.

I set a net,
And oh ! I saw
The bad red fox
Put in his paw.

Now he did cry,
And he did beg,
But no ! I had
Him by the leg.
To let him go
Was not to be,
And our old Dan
Did say to me :

" the bad fox !
As I say 'one,’
I'll hit him pop !
Out of my gun."

The fox did die,
And my new hen
Can lay an egg,
Or two, or ten.
For now no fox
Can eat my lien,
Or get her egg,
Or two, or ten.

Good Day, Gentle Folk

OH, yes, sir and miss, I have been to the town ;
It really was pleasant and gay ;
But now I must hurry, the sun's going down,
And so I will wish you good-day.
And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk,
And so I will wish you good-day.

I know a white rabbit just over the hill,
He's eating a lettuce for tea ;
And a fat speckled duck, with a very large bill,
Is quacking,"Oh, where can she be ?"
And two little mice are there, standing quite still,
They're all of them waiting for me.

For we all love the stars and the little pale moon,
Beneath them we frolic and play ;
My friends have been waiting the whole afternoon,
And so I will wish you good-day.
And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk,
And so I will wish you good-day.

Cock-A-Doodle

I KNOW a lovely dicky-bird,
A cock-a-doodle-doo ; -
My father and my mother
And my sister know it too.

It struts about so gaily,
And it is brave and strong ;
And when it crows, it is a crow,
Both very loud and long.

Oh,"Cock-a-doodle-doo," it crows,
And cock-a-doodle won't
Leave off its cock-a-doodling,
When mother dear cries "Don't !"

My Dear Little Maid

THERE is a sweet maiden asleep by the sea,
Her lips are as red as a cherry ;
The roses are resting upon her brown cheeks-
Her cheeks that are brown as a berry.

She's tired of building up castles of sand,
Her hands they are gritty and grubby ;
Her shoes, they are wet, and her legs, they are bare,
Her legs that are sturdy and chubby.

I'll wrap a shawl round you, my dear little maid,
To keep the wind off you completely,
And soft I will sing you a lullaby song,
And soon you will slumber most sweetly.

The White Rabbits

ALL the white rabbits but two, my dears,
All the white rabbits but two,
Away they all sailed in a cockle-shell boat,
Painted a beautiful blue.

All the white rabbits so snowy and sleek,
Away they went down to the shore ;
Little they thought, so happy and meek,
They'd never come up from it more.

Oh, the white rabbits they wept and they sobbed,
Till the boat it shook up in the sails ;
Oh, the white rabbits they sobbed and they shook
From their poor loppy ears to their tails.

Away they all sailed to a desolate land
Where never a lettuce-leaf grew,
All the white rabbits but two, my dears,
All tho white rabbits but two