He’s one of the robins who covered up,
With leaves of the berries on which they did sup,
The children in the wood.
Jack Sprat lives there also, and Hop-o’-my-Thumb,
And Jack the Giant-Killer;
And Humpty-Dumpty, and Puss in Boots,
Likewise the Jolly Miller.
And the nice little man who had a small gun,
Whose bullets were made of lead,
He used to live there, but is not there now,