Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For ’tis their nature to.
But, little children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.
—_Isaac Watts._
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_Bless You, Bless You._
Bless you, bless you, burnie bee;
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
_Ding Dong Bell._
Ding dong bell, pussy’s in the well!
Who put her in?—Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?—Big Johnny Stout.
What a naughty boy was that
To drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father’s barn!
_Leg Over Leg._
Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover,
When he came to a stile, hop he went over.
_A Little Cock-Sparrow._
A little cock-sparrow sat on a tree,
Looking as happy as happy could be,
Till a boy came by, with his bow and arrow.
Says he, “I will shoot the little cock-sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.”
Says the little cock-sparrow, “I’ll be shot if I stay,”
So he clapped his wings, and flew away.