Oh! Granny, what rough arms you’ve got! I’m not afraid, cried she:
Rough arms? my dearest child, he said; better for hugging thee.
Oh! Granny, what sharp eyes you’ve got! I’m half afraid, cried she:
Sharp eyes? my dearest child, he said; better for seeing thee.
Oh! Granny, what long ears you’ve got! I’m quite afraid, cried she:
Long ears? my dearest child, he said; better for hearing thee.
Oh! Granny, what wide lips you’ve got! I think you’ll swallow me:
Wide lips? my dearest child, he said; better for kissing thee.
Thus having said, he kisses gave her one—two—three—and four;
And then—he would have eat her up, but he could eat no more.