tail;
And they swim, or they fly, or they walk, or they eat,
With fin, or with wing, or with bill, or with feet.
And Charles has two hands, with five fingers to each,
On purpose to hold with, to work, and to reach;
No birds, beasts, or fishes, for work or for play,
Has anything half so convenient as they:
But if he don't use them, and keep them in use,
He'd better have had but two legs like a goose.

There was a piper had a cow,
And he had nocht to give her,
He took his pipes and play'd a spring,
And bade the cow consider;
The cow consider'd with hersel'
That music wad ne'er fill her;
"Gie me a pickle clean ait-strae,
And sell your wind for siller."

"Let us go to the wood," says this pig;
"What to do there?" says that pig;
"To look for my mother," says this pig;
"What to do with her?" says that pig;
"Kiss her to death," says this pig.

CORNWALL

"Whose little pigs are these, these, these,
And whose little pigs are these?"
"They are Johnny Cook's,
I know them by their looks,
And I found them among the peas."
"Go pound them! go pound them!"
"I dare not for my life,
For though I don't love Johnny Cook,
I dearly love his wife."

I had a little hobby-horse,
His name was Neddy Grey,
His head was stuffed with pea-straw,
His tail was made of hay.
He could nibble, he could trot,
He could carry the mustard pot,
From the table to the shop.
Whoa! Neddy Grey.

THE NANNY-GOAT IN THE GARDEN

(_From the French._)

"Ho! Johnnie!" cries the master, "Ho!
To chase that Nanny quickly go,
She eats my grapes with eager haste,
My garden soon will be a waste."

Johnnie goes, but returns not,
Nor chases the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden.

"Ho! Dog!" says the master,
"Go bite that Johnnie,
Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden."

The Dog goes, but returns not,
Nor bites the Johnnie,
Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden.

"Ho! Whip!" says the master,
"Go thrash that Doggie,
That bites not the Johnnie,
Who chases not the Nanny, that eats the grapes,
Down in the garden."

The Whip goes, and returns not,
Nor thrashes the Doggie,
That bites not the Johnnie,
Who c