My second, my first can control,
If his understanding is reckoned.
My second may not be my whole,
But my whole must be always my second.
69
AN OLD COCKNEY CHARADE
My first’s a little thing that hops,
My second comes with summer crops,
My whole is good with mutton chops.
70
A STRIKING CHARADE
My first I gently strike, and lo!
It soon becomes my second.
Indeed if this should not be so
My whole it is not reckoned.
71
PLANTING PEAS
“I think,” said Ted, “it will be wise
To set the peas this way;
For here they will face friendly skies,
And sun shines all the day.”