Puss bounded off; the Dog ran fast; Quickly was Puss overtaken and pass'd; But a Beggar who under the hedge did lie Struck the poor Dog as he gallop'd by A blow with his staff, and lessen'd his pace To a limp: so Pussy won the race.
The Beggar went on his way to beg; Dog was cured of his limping leg; And Cat keeps the inside of the house, Watching it well from rat and mouse, Dog keeps the outside, ever since then, And always barks at beggar-men.
Where's Lucy? where's Lucy? Far, far in the wood, With wild birds for playmates, And beechnuts for food?
_No, here she is! here she is! Happy and gay, With singing and ringing To join in our lay._
Where's Gerald? where's Gerald? He's out in the snow; The stars shining keenly, The cold wind doth blow.
_No, here he is! here he is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing To join in our lay!_
Where's Evey? where's Evey? She's lost in the fog; Go seek her, go find her, With man and with dog.
_No, here she is! here she is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing, To join in our lay!_
Where's Henry? where's Henry? Poor Henry's afloat; The sea-waves all round him, High tossing his boat.
_No, here he is! here he is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing To join in our lay!_
Where's Charley? where's Charley? In China dwells he; He wears a long pig-tail, Perpetually drinks tea.
_No, here he is! here he is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing, To join in our lay!_
Where's Johnny? where's Johnny? In Nubia, I know; He has climb'd a tall palm-tree,-- A lion's below.
_No, here he is! here he is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing, To join in our lay!_
Where's Mary? where's Mary? Young Mary's asleep; And round her white pillow The little dreams creep.
_No, here she is! here she is! Happy and gay; With singing and ringing, To join in our lay!_
Where's Bertha? where's Bertha? She has wings--she can fly! She has flown to the bright moon-- Look up there and spy!
_No, here she is! here she is! Happy and gay; With sinking and ringing, To join in our lay!_
"BIRDIE, Birdie, will you pet? Summer-time is far away yet, You'll have silken quilts and a velvet bed, And a pillow of satin for your head!"
"I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall; No rain comes through, tho' I hear it fall; The sun peeps gay at dawn of day, And I sing, and wing away, away!"