“To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! 
Will you listen to me? 
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?”

“Bob-o’-link!  Bob-o’-link! 
Now what do you think? 
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree, to-day?”

“Coo-coo!  Coo-coo!  Coo-coo! 
Let me speak a word, too! 
Who stole that pretty nest
From little yellow-breast?”

“Caw!  Caw!” cried the crow;
“I should like to know
What thief took away
A bird’s nest to-day?”

“Cluck!  Cluck!” said the hen;
“Don’t ask me again,
Why, I haven’t a chick
Would do such a trick. 
We all gave her a feather,
And she wove them together. 
I’d scorn to intrude
On her and her brood. 
Cluck!  Cluck!” said the hen,
“Don’t ask me again.”

“Chirr-a-whirr!  Chirr-a-whirr! 
All the birds make a stir! 
Let us find out his name,
And all cry ‘for shame!’”

“I would not rob a bird,”
Said little Mary Green;
“I think I never heard
Of anything so mean.” 
“It is very cruel, too,”
 Said little Alice Neal;
“I wonder if he knew
 How sad the bird would feel?”

 A little boy hung down his head,
 And went and hid behind the bed,
 For he stole that pretty nest
 From poor little yellow-breast;
 And he felt so full of shame,
 He didn’t like to tell his name.

* * * * *

I saw a ship a-sailing,
  A-sailing on the sea;
And oh, it was all laden
  With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,
  And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
  And the masts were made of gold!

The four and twenty sailors,
  That stood between the decks,
Were four and twenty white mice,
  With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,
  With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move. 
  The captain said, “Quack!  Quack!”

* * * * *

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
  To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
  And Jill came tumbling after.

* * * * *

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
  And can’t tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,
  And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
  And dreamed she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
  For they were still a-fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
  Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
  For they’d left all their tails behind ’em.

* * * * *

Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn;
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep? 
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep. 
Go wake him, go wake him.  Oh, no, not I;
For if I awake him, he’ll certainly cry.