He a solid snow ball made,
(Friendly tricks at home he played),
Which he in his pocket laid;
Wise Edward!
Very hard that day it freezed,
Very hard the ball was squeezed,
And he trotted home well pleased;
Sly Edward!
By the fire he took a seat,
Thoughtless of the power of heat,
Drops fall trickling on his feet;
Wet Edward!
Now the snow began to melt,
Vainly on the ground he knelt,
All now laughed at what he felt;
Poor Edward!
Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time,
In came Robin Redbreast, and brought her sops and wine.
“Eat well of the sop, Jenny, drink well of the wine.”
“Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine.”
Then Jenny she got well and stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly she loved him not a bit.
Robin being angry, hopp’d upon a twig,
Saying, “Out upon you, fie upon you, bold-faced jig!”
Jenny Wren fell sick again, and Jenny Wren did die;
The doctors vow’d they’d cure her, or know the reason why.
Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, and shaking his head,
Says, “I fear I can’t save her, because she’s quite dead.”
“She’ll do very well,” says sly Doctor Fox;
“If she takes but one pill from out of this box.”