Bo Peep. That bad Willie Winkie.
Mother Hubbard. Oh, my stars! What will he do next, the mischievous child? Was ever a young one so naughty and wild?
Boy Blue. Did you let those bars down, Willie Wink? Then you may hunt up the cows, I think.
Willie. I will, if you’ll lend me your horn, Boy Blue.
Boy Blue. I see myself lending my horn to you! ’Twould be filled with mud or be broken, or bent, Or else I would find in it many a dent.
Willie. I’d be careful, truly, Boy Blue!
Boy Blue. Oh, no! My horn goes with me wherever I go.
Willie. I think you’re real mean!
Bo Peep. That’s what we think of you.
Mother Goose. You see, Willie Wink, so much mischief you do, That no one believes that you can be good.