He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose.

Never was heard such a terrible curse ! ! / But what gave rise / To no little surprise, / Nobody seemed one penny the worse!

He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a flower, / Or the slugs that come crawling out after a shower.

The Lady Jane was tall and slim, / The Lady Jane was fair.

And six little singing-boys, - dear little souls! / In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles.

She drank prussic acid without any water,/ And died like a Duke-and-a-Duchess's daughter!