Rumbling, tumbling all about
Crowing like a cock;
Screaming like I don’t know what
Waking sleeping folks.
Hey! Willie Winkie!
Can’t you keep him still,
Wriggling off a body’s knee
Like a very eel.
That has with sleep a battle,
Before he’s done with play,
A wee, wee, dumpy, toddling lad
That runs the livelong day.
COME WHEN YOU ARE CALLED.
Where’s Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?
Where’s Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
O, there they are down in the lane;
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
But Billy is rude and won’t come,
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children come home,
And Billy is coming at last.
I’m glad he remembers what’s right,
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.