“With one another we shouldn’t agree!
There’s little Bill, he’s young and tender,
We’re old and tough, so let’s eat he.”
“O Billy! we’re going to kill and eat you,
So undo the button of your chemie.”
When Bill received this information,
He used his pocket-handkerchie.
“First let me say my catechism,
Which my poor mother taught to me.”
“Make haste! make haste!” says guzzling Jimmy,