Coo-coo! coo-coo! coo-coo! Let me speak a word or two: Who stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast? [Illustration] Not I, said the sheep; oh, no, I would not treat a poor bird so; I gave the wool the nest to line, But the nest was none of mine. Baa! baa! said the sheep; oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. [Illustration] Caw! caw! cried the crow, I should like to know What thief took away A bird's-nest to-day. [Illustration] Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again; Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Chuck! chuck! said the hen, Don't ask me again. [Illustration] Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr! We will make a great stir. Let us find out his name, And all cry--For shame! [Illustration] A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed; For he stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast; And he felt so full of shame He did not like to tell his name. [Illustration: "THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER."] There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I care for nobody--no! not I, Since nobody cares for me. [Illustration] [Illustration: "DICKERY, DICKERY, DARE."] Dickery, dickery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare. Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about? She loved coffee, and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree. Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Very ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end Of Solomon Grundy. [Illustration] Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean. [Illustration] As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig, Upon my word and honour. [Illustration] Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart. Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt; Here a nail, And there a nail, Pitty Patty Polt. Brow, brow, brinkie, Eye, eye, winkie, Mouth, mouth, merry, Cheek, cheek, cherry, Chin chopper, chin chopper, &c. If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be, You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee. [Illustration]