P
I perch on every pepper-pod,
I peer in every place;
I prance with every palfrey gay,
Yet never run nor race. [{341}]
O
Listen, children, and you'll hear me in the cooing of the dove;
In the lowing of the kine and the crowing of the cocks;
I am in your joy and sorrow, and I come to you in love,
And you will find me safely hidden in the middle of your box.
N
I live in the moon, yet I visit the sun,
I've twice blest the noon, and I've twice kissed the nun;
I was in the beginning, yes, double and treble,
And wherever's an end I am always in the middle.
M
I, too, live in the moon, yet I ne'er saw the sun;
I ne'er blessed the noon, and I ne'er kissed a nun.
I'm one of the many, and in at each mess,
Though I've never a penny, I'm not in distress.
L
I sing in every lullaby,
I'm out in every squall;
I ring in every shilling piece,
And roll in every ball. [{342}]
