The Goat on the crag
You see fast asleep;
From whence he can leap,
Tho’ it’s ever so steep.
The Child and Miss Pussy
Do play very nice;
But Pussy had much rather
Play with some mice.
“Be quick as a Lamp-lighter!”
Sometimes we say:
Here’s one upon duty
Fast tripping away.
O, Keeper! thy visage
Is dreadful indeed!
Thy presence I’ll flee
With all possible speed.
Here comes for the Butcher
A fine lusty Calf,
For the killing of which
He perhaps will get half.