THE BOY WHO NEVER TOLD A LIE.
Once there was a little boy,
With curly hair and pleasant eye—
A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,
“There goes the curly-headed boy—
The boy that never tells a lie.”
And everybody loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
’Twas said, “There goes the honest youth.”
—Anonymous.
Saw, Sacradown.
See, saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
And that is the way to London town.
Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! no, not I;
For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.
Once I Saw a Little Bird.
Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, “Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?”
And was going to the window
To say, “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.
See, see, what shall I see?
A horse’s head where his tail should be?
Jack and Jill.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Dame, Get Up, and Bake Your Pies.
Dame, get up and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies,
Dame, get up and bake your pies,
On Christmas-day in the morning.
Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
Maidens lie, maidens lie;
Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
On Christmas-day in the morning?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
Ducks to die, ducks to die;
Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
On Christmas-day in the morning?
Their wings are cut, and they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly;
Their wings are cut, and they cannot fly,
On Christmas-day in the morning.
Willy, Willy Wilkin.
Willy, Willy Wilkin
Kissed the maids a-milking,
Fa, la, la!
And with his merry daffing,
He set them all a-laughing,
Ha, ha, ha!
Thirty Days Hath September.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year—that’s the time
When February’s days are twenty-nine.
Come, Dance a Jig.
Come, dance a jig
To my granny’s pig,
With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;
Come, dance a jig
To my granny’s pig,
And pussy-cat shall crowdy.
March Winds.
March winds and April showers
Bring forth many flowers.
IT TAKES TWO TO MAKE A QUARREL