Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,
The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
So merrily march the merchantmen.
Rhymes About a Little Woman
This is the way the ladies ride—
Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!
This is the way the gentlemen ride—
Sitting astride, sitting astride!
This is the way the grandmothers ride—
Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!
This is the way the babykins ride—
Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!
This is the way when they are late,
They all fly over a five-barred gate.
William Canton.