I gave him a pair of garters
To tie up his little hose,
And a little silk handkerchief
To wipe his little nose.
TO THE HAYFIELD
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if that I may.
I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,
I'm going to help them make the hay.
THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR
JANUARY brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.