“Dog, dog, bite cat! 
  Cat will not catch rat. 
  Rat will not gnaw grease. 
  Grease will not grease rope. 
  Rope will not hang ox. 
  Ox will not drink water. 
  Water will not quench fire. 
  Fire will not burn hatchet. 
  Hatchet will not hack staff. 
  Staff will not beat kid. 
  Kid will not go. 
  See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight. 
  Time kid and I were home an hour and a half ago.”

  The dog began to bite the cat. 
  The cat began to catch the rat. 
  The rat began to gnaw the grease. 
  The grease began to grease the rope. 
  The rope began to hang the ox. 
  The ox began to drink the water. 
  The water began to quench the fire. 
  The fire began to burn the hatchet. 
  The hatchet began to hack the staff. 
  The staff began to beat the kid. 
  The kid began to go. 
  “See, by the moonlight, it is almost midnight. 
  Kid and I got home an hour and a half ago.”

FOX LOX.

Once upon a time hungry Fox Lox was prowling about under a great tree on the hillside, when a chestnut burr fell thump upon his head.  “Ah!” said cunning Fox Lox, “by this I will get a fine dinner.”  Just then along came Chicker Ricker.

“Oh, run down hill with me where you will be quite safe, Chicker Ricker,” cried Fox Lox, “for the sky is surely tumbling down!”

“Who told you, Fox Lox?”

“Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!”

“Then I will run down hill with you,” cried Chicker Ricker.

So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Hen Ren.

“The sky is tumbling down, Hen Ren!” cried Chicker Ricker.

“Who told you, Chicker Ricker?”

“Oh, Fox Lox!”

“Who told you, Fox Lox?”

“Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run down hill with me where you will be quite safe,” said Fox Lox.

“That I will!” cried Hen Ren.

So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Cock Lock.

“The sky is tumbling down, Cock Lock!” cried Hen Ren.

“Who told you, Hen Ren?”

“Oh, Chicker Ricker!”

“Who told you, Chicker Ricker?”

“Oh, Fox Lox!”

“Who told you, Fox Lox?”

“Oh, I heard it and I felt it and it came thump upon my crown!  Run down hill with me where you will be quite safe,” said Fox Lox.

“That I will!” cried Cock Lock.

So they ran and they ran and they ran.  Soon they met Duck Luck.

“The sky is tumbling down, Duck Luck!” cried Cock Lock.

“Who told you, Cock Lock?”

“Oh, Hen Ren!”

“Who told you, Hen Ren?”

“Oh, Chicker Ricker!”

“Who told you, Chicker Ricker?”

“Oh, Fox Lox!”

“Who told you, Fox Lox?”