There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.


DREAMS

Friday night's dream, on Saturday told,
Is sure to come true, be it never so old.


A COCK AND BULL STORY

The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.


FOR BABY

You shall have an apple,
YOU shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle,
When papa comes home.


MYSELF