One, two, three, four, five,
I caught a fish alive;
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
I let it go again.
“Why did you let it go?”
“Because it bit my finger so.”
“Which finger did it bite?”
“The little finger on the right.”
Dragon fly! dragon fly! fly about the brook,
Sting all the bad boys who for the fish look;
But let the good boys catch all they can,
And then take them home to be fried in a pan,
With nice bread and butter they shall sup up their fish,
While all the little naughty boys shall only lick the dish.
LADY-BIRD
NORFOLK
Bishop, Bishop Barnabee,
Tell me when my wedding be;
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
Fly to the East, fly to the West,
And fly to them that I love best.