THE dove says, "Coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two."
"Pooh, pooh," says the wren; "I have got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen!"
BOW, wow, wow,
Whose dog art thou?
"Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Bow, wow, wow."
LEG over leg,
As the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a stile,
Jump he went over.
I LOVE little pussy, her coat is so warm;
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.
[Imitated from a pigeon.]