III.

“Not that you are growing old;
But the nights are growing cold. 
No one stays out all night long
Without a hat:  I’m sure it’s wrong!”
Mr. Spikky said, “How kind,
Dear, you are, to speak your mind! 
All your life I wish you luck! 
You are, you are, a lovely duck! 
Witchy witchy witchy wee,
Twitchy witchy witchy bee,
Tikky tikky tee!

IV.

“I was also sad, and thinking,
When one day I saw you winking,
And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
And I saw your feathers ruffle: 
To myself I sadly said,
’She’s neuralgia in her head! 
That dear head has nothing on it! 
Ought she not to wear a bonnet?’
Witchy kitchy kitchy wee,
Spikky wikky mikky bee,
Chippy wippy chee!

V.

“Let us both fly up to town: 
There I’ll buy you such a gown! 
Which, completely in the fashion,
You shall tie a sky-blue sash on;
And a pair of slippers neat
To fit your darling little feet,
So that you will look and feel
Quite galloobious and genteel. 
Jikky wikky bikky see,
Chicky bikky wikky bee,
Twicky witchy wee!”

VI.

So they both to London went,
Alighting on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly—­pop! 
Into Moses’ wholesale shop: 
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too. 
Zikky wikky mikky bee,
Witchy witchy mitchy kee,
Sikky tikky wee!

VII.

Then, when so completely dressed,
Back they flew, and reached their nest. 
Their children cried, “O ma and pa! 
How truly beautiful you are!”
Said they, “We trust that cold or pain
We shall never feel again;
While, perched on tree or house or steeple,
We now shall look like other people. 
Witchy witchy witchy wee,
Twikky mikky bikky bee,
Zikky sikky tee!”

[Illustration]

THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS.

[Illustration]

I.

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park;
And they each sang a song, ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! 
Before they went back in the dark. 
Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach;
Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash;
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch);
Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash). 
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! 
And they all sang a song.

II.

“O Shovely so lovely!” the Poker he sang,
“You have perfectly conquered my heart. 
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong!  If you’re pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple-tart. 
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright! 
Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong! 
Ain’t you pleased with my song?”