DICKIE PEG-LEG
A sparrow with a wooden leg
Hopped o’er a roof of tin;
And, as he hopped, a girl below
Was overcome with sudden woe
To hear that noise begin.
“Oh dear,” she cried, “here comes the rain,
“And this is picnic day.”
Nor did she know what she had heard
Was just a wooden legged bird
Until he flew away.
Young Johnny Bingle long had wished
To own a “truly” gun,
And so, when Christmas came again,
His father gave him one.
It had a barrel straight and true
A fancy walnut stock
And for his first game Johnny shot
The cuckoo in the clock.