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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVIII, Issue 2722, 29 January 1910, Page 4 (Supplement)

LITTLE VERSES FOR VERY LITTLE PEOPLE. Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art tliou? Little Tommy Tinker’s dog, Bow, wow, wow. 7 3 l Dickery, dicker y, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare. “Croak,” said the toad, “I’m hungry, I think, To-day I’ve had nothing to cat or drink ; I’ll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales. And there I’ll dine nicely on slugs and on snails.” “Ho,- ho!” quoth the frog, “is that what you mean ? Then I’ll hop away to the next meadow stream, There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs, too, And then I shall have a good dinner like you.” Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater. Had a wife and couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell. And there he kept her very well. Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about? She loved coffee and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn’t agree. Punch and Judy Fought for a pie, Punch gave Judy A knock in the eye. Says Punch to Judy: “Will you have any more?” Says Judy to Punch: “My eye is too sore.” Hush-a-byo, baby, Daddy is near; Mamma is a lady, And that’s very clear. There were threo sisters in a hall; There camo a knight amongst thorn all. Good-morrow, aunt, to the one; Good-morrow, aunt, to the other; Good-morrow, gentlewoman, to the third. If you were niv aunt, As the other two would be, I would say good-morrow, Then, aunts, all three-. Charley. Charley, stole the barley Out of a bakers shop, The baker came out and gave him a clout, Which made poor Charley hop. There were two cats of Kilkenny, Each thought there was one cat too many; So they fought and they fit, And they scratched and they bit, Till, excepting their nails And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats there weren’t any. Clap, clap handies, Mammie’s wee, wee ain ; Clap, clap handies, Daddio’s .cornin’ hame; Hume till his bonny woe bit laddie; Clap, clap handies, My wee, wee a in. Little Bobby Snooks was fond of his hooks, And loved bv lii.s usher and master; But naughty Jack Spry, lie got a, black eye, ' And carries his nose in plaster. Robin-a-Bobin Bent his bow, Shot at a pigeon. And killed a crow. Jack Sprat had a pig, who was not' very little, nor yet very big; He was not very lean, lie was not very fat; He’ll do well for a grunt, says little Jack Sprat.