Leg Over Leg.
Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover,
When he came to a stile, hop he went over.
A Little Cock-Sparrow.
A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree,
Looking as happy as happy could be,
Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow.
Says he, “I will shoot the little cock-sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.”