Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Who Can Draw Best

Willie drew a little pig,
Harry drew a mouse,
Tommy drew a ladder tall
Leaning on a house.

Baa, Baa Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry have I,
Three bags full:
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

[Illustration: Cat With Fiddle.]

Hey diddle diddle

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran after the spoon.

The Quaker's Version

"Hey! diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped under the moon;
The little dog barked
to see such sport
And the cat ran after the spoon!" [*]

[*] Our friend, the Quaker, holds that the last verse is the proper
one, as it is the truest; but the wonderful is taken out of it, and
children, accordingly, prefer the first. There is nothing wonderful
in the cow jumping "under" the moon, but there is in the cow jumping
"over" the moon, so with the black-birds baked in a pie. It is the
fact of their singing when the pie is opened that pleases the
children--'twas the wonder of the thing; so with the freaks of
Mother Hubbard's Dog, etc. In nearly all nursery rhymes it is the
ludicrous and wonderful that arrests the attention and pleases.
E. W. Cole

Frightened Boy

There was a little boy, went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out, and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.

Frightened Boys

Tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
Resolved to have a battle,
For tweedle-dum said tweedle-dee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
As big as a tar-barrel,
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.

Baked in a Pie

Baby and I
Were baked in a pie,
The gravy was wonderful hot;
We had nothing to pay
To the baker that day
And so we crept out of the pot.

Maid not at Home

High diddle doubt, my candle's out,
My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.

Dame not at Home

Rowsty dowt, my fire's all o