An’ “Ride away to Boston town,
To make a rabbit pie,”
An’ “Twinkle, twinkle little star,”
But you don’t know ’bout then,
When “Jack the Giant Killer” lived,
An’ Towser ’n’ Uncle Ben.
You don’t know “When they sheared the sheep,”
An’ “England had a King;”
You never had a trundle-bed;
There, now you’ve got the swing.