“Whose little pigs are these, these, these,
And whose little pigs are these?”
“They are Johnny Cook’s,
I know them by their looks,
And I found them among the peas.”
“Go pound them! go pound them!”
“I dare not for my life,
For though I don’t love Johnny Cook,
I dearly love his wife.”
I had a little hobby-horse,
His name was Neddy Grey,
His head was stuffed with pea-straw,
His tail was made of hay.
He could nibble, he could trot,
He could carry the mustard pot,
From the table to the shop.
Whoa! Neddy Grey.
THE NANNY-GOAT IN THE GARDEN
(From the French.)
“Ho! Johnnie!” cries the master, “Ho!
To chase that Nanny quickly go,
She eats my grapes with eager haste,
My garden soon will be a waste.”
Johnnie goes, but returns not,
Nor chases the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden.
“Ho! Dog!” says the master,
“Go bite that Johnnie,
Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden.”