There was a little man, and he had a little gun
There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead.
He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,
And knocked it off his head, head, head.
I have seen you, little mouse
HAVE have seen you, little mouse,
Running all about the house,
Through the hole, your little eye
In the wainscot peeping sly,
Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,
To make quite a hearty meal.
Look before you venture out,
See if pussy is about,
If she's gone, you'll quickly run,
To the larder for some fun,
Round about the dishes creep,
Taking into each a peep,
To choose the daintiest that's there,
Spoiling things you do not care.