NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries, his trouble begins.
IT'S raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring.
DOCTOR Foster went to Gloster,
In a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle,
Up to the middle,
And never went there again.

WHO killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
With my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish,
I caught his blood.

Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and show'l,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book,
I'll be the Parson.
Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark
I'll be the Clerk.
Who'll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night,
I'll carry him to the grave.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Trush,
As she sat in a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull;
So, Cock Robin, farewell.
All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbin',
When they heard the bell toll
For Poor Cock Robin.

UPON my word and honor,
As I went to Bonner
I met a pig,
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honor.

LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pie-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.