To make his voice clear;
And the mwore a cries "cuckoo!"
The zummer draws near.
CCCCXCVII.
I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
I gave him some work, and he did it very well;
I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
He tumbled down and fell in a rage;