Commodore Rogers was a brave man—exceedingly brave—particular;
He climbed up very high rocks—exceedingly high—perpendicular;
And what made this the more inexpressible,
These same rocks were quite inaccessible.
When I was a little boy,
I washed my mammie’s dishes,
I put my finger in my eye,
And pulled out golden fishes.
Little King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pye crust and pastry crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes you ne’er saw the like.
A CHERRY
Galloway
Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot,
A wee, wee man in a red, red coat,
A staff in his hand, and a stane in his throat,
Riddle me, riddle me, rot, tot, tot.