One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim, and fairly died;
And as I'm told by men of sense,
He never has been living since!
_Anonymous_.
THREE CHILDREN
Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
Now, had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not all been drowned.
You parents all that children have,
And you too that have none,
If you would have them safe abroad
Pray keep them safe at home.
_London, 1662_
_IF_
If all the land were apple-pie,
And all the sea were ink;
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we do for drink?
_Anonymous_.
_A RIDDLE_
The man in the wilderness asked of me
How many strawberries grew in the sea.
I answered him as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grow in the wood.
_Anonymous_.
_THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN_
There were three jovial huntsmen,
As I have heard them say,
And they would go a-hunting
All on a summer's day.
Pages:
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86