Aunt Kitty's Stories Part 15

I will go with you, if I may.

I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing, I am going to see them make the hay.

Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a rail, Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail; Little Robin Red-breast sat upon a bridle, With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.

Ding, dong, darrow, The cat and the sparrow, The little dog burnt his tail, And he shall be whipped to-morrow.

Pit, pat, well-a-day, Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be?

But up in yon cherry tree.

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Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner, Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie; He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

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Lit-tle Tom Tuck-er Sings for his sup-per; What shall he eat?

White bread and but-ter.

How shall he cut it With-out e'er a knife?

How will he be mar-ri-ed With-out e'er a wife?

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Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran after the spoon.

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A dog and a cat went out together, To see some friends just out of town; Said the cat to the dog, "What d'ye think of the weather?"

"I think, Ma'am, the rain will come down:

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"But don't be alarmed, for I've an umbrella That will shelter us both," said this amiable fellow.

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Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes!

Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter, For spoiling her nice new clothes.

Four and twen-ty tai-lors went to kill a snail, The best man a-mongst them durst not touch her tail.

She put out her horns, like a lit-tle Ky-loe Cow.

Run, Tai-lors, run, or she'll kill you all just now.

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A little c.o.c.k-sparrow sat on a tree, Looking as happy as happy could be, Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot the little c.o.c.k-sparrow.

His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.

Says the little c.o.c.k-sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay, So he clapped his wings, and flew away.

Bless you, bless you, bonny bee; Say, when will your wedding be?

If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.

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One day, an old cat and her kittens Put on their bonnets and mittens, And as it was damp, why they put on their clogs; They thought it would be very nice To go out in search of some mice,-- But they ran home again when they saw two fierce dogs.

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Doctor Foster went to Gloster, In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle, And never went there again.