ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man clothed all in leather;
He began to compliment and I began to grin,
How do you do? how do you do? how do you do again?
THE LITTLE HUSBAND
I HAD a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And then I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.