"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. As I was going to St. Ives, Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, A frog he would a-wooing go, Sing, heigho, says Rowley, Whether his mother would let him or no; So off he marched with his opera hat, And on the way he met with a rat, And when they came to mouse's hall, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call, 66 Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?” "Yes, kind sir, I am sitting to spin," With a rowley, powley, etc. Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?” Heigho, says Rowley; "For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer," With a rowley, powley, etc. Now while they all were a merry-making, The cat and her kittens came tumbling in, The cat she seized the rat by the crown, The kittens they pulled the little mouse down, This put poor frog in a terrible fright, So he took up his hat and wished them good-night, But as Froggy was crossing over a brook, A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up, With a rowley, powley, etc. So there was an end of one, two, and three, The rat, the mouse, and the little Frog-ee! A little old man and I fell out; How shall we bring this matter about? Get you gone, you little old man! A little old man of Derby, A little pig found a fifty-dollar note, A long-tailed pig, or a short-tailed pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow-pig, or a boar-pig, Or a pig with a curly tail. |