The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
By came a little bird,
And snapt off her nose.
Little Polly Flinders
Sate among the cinders
Warming her pretty little toes!
Her mother came and caught her,
And whipped her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.
Great A, little a,
Bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.
