She gave them every one a cake,
And the miller wants his moulter.
DCXLV.
Wash, hands, wash,
Daddy's gone to plough,
If you want your hands wash'd,
Have them wash'd now.
[A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. Mutatis mutandis, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, &c.]
DCXLVI.
My little old man and I fell out,