This is the key of the kingdom. In that kingdom there is a city. In that city there is a town. In that town there is a street. In that street there is a lane. In that lane there is a yard. In that yard there is a house. In that house there is a room. In that room there is a bed. On that bed there is a basket. In that basket there are some flowers. Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &c. &c. CCCXXIV. [Children stand round, and are counted one by one, by means of this rhyme. The child upon whom the last number falls is _out_, for "Hide or Seek," or any other game where a victim is required. A cock and bull story of this kind is related of the historian Josephus. There are other versions of this, and one may be seen in 'Blackwood's Magazine' for August, 1821, p. 36.] Hickory (1), Dickory (2), Dock (3), The mouse ran up the clock (4), The clock struck one (5), The mouse was gone (6); O (7), U (8), T (9), spells OUT! CCCXXV. One old Oxford ox opening oysters; Two tee-totums totally tired of trying to trot to Tadbury; Three tall tigers tippling tenpenny tea; Four fat friars fanning fainting flies; Five frippy Frenchmen foolishly fishing for flies; Six sportsmen shooting snipes; Seven Severn salmons swallowing shrimps; Eight Englishmen eagerly examining Europe; Nine nimble noblemen nibbling nonpareils; Ten tinkers tinkling upon ten tin tinderboxes with ten tenpenny tacks; Eleven elephants elegantly equipt; Twelve typographical topographers typically translating types. CCCXXVI. [The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.] Good horses, bad horses, What is the time of day? Three o'clock, four o'clock, Now fare you away. CCCXXVII. See-saw, jack a daw, What is a craw to do wi' her? She has not a stocking to put on her, And the craw has not one for to gi' her. CCCXXVIII. [The following is a game played as follows: A string of boys and girls, each holding by his predecessor's skirts, approaches two others, who with joined and elevated hands form a double arch. After the dialogue, the line passes through, and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of the arms--if possible.] How many miles is it to Babylon?-- Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light?-- Yes, and back again! If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light. CCCXXIX. Clap hands, clap hands! Till father comes home; For father's got money, But mother's got none. Clap hands, &c. Till father, &c. CCCXXX. See-saw sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, and the other down, And that is the way to London town. CCCXXXI. Here stands a post, Who put it there? A better man than you; Touch it if you dare! CCCXXXII.