Was called to bed,
He always acted right;
He kissed Mamma,
And then Papa,
And wished them all good-night.
He made no noise,
Like naughty boys
But gently upstairs
Directly went,
When he was sent,
And always said his prayers.
Sing a Song of Sixpence
ING a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey;