dressed in his clothes.

She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back
He was reading the news.

The Dame made a curtsey,
The Dog made a bow;
The Dame said, "Your servant;"
The Dog said, "Bow-wow!"

[Illustration: THE DOG READING THE NEWS.]

[Illustration: THE DOG MADE A BOW.]

This wonderful Dog
Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
He could sing, he could dance,
He could read, he could write.

So she gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed,
And erected a monument
When he was dead.

COCK ROBIN.

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
With my bow and arrow.
I killed Cock Robin.

[Illustration: THE SPARROW, COCK ROBIN, AND THE FISH.]

[Illustration: THE LINNET, THE DOVE, AND COCK ROBIN.]

Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
With my little eye.
I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
With my little dish.
I caught his blood.

Who'll carry him to the grave?
I, said the Kite,
If it's not in the night.
I'll carry him to the grave.

Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute.
I'll carry the link.

[Illustration: THE KITE AND COCK ROBIN.]

[Illustration: THE OWL, THE BEETLE, AND COCK ROBIN.]

Who'll make his shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
With my thread and needle.
I'll make his shroud.

Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl,
With my spade and shovel.
I'll dig his grave.

Who'll toll the bell?
I, said the Bull,
Because I can pull.
I'll pull the bell.

[Illustration: THE BULL TOLLING THE BELL]

[Illustration: THE ROOK AND THE LARK]

Who'll be the Parson?
I, said the Rook,
With my little book.
I'll be the Parson.

Who'll be the Clerk?
I, said the Lark,
If it's not in the dark.
I'll be the Clerk.

Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
For I mourn for my love.
I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
As she sat in a bush.
I'll sing a psalm.

[Illustration: THE THRUSH.]

[Illustration: SIGHING AND SOBBING FOR POOR COCK ROBIN.]

All the birds of the air
Fell a-sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.

JACK & THE BEAN-STALK.

Once upon a time there was a poor widow