What Is It?
IT has both nose and eyes,
But it has not breathed since birth,
It cannot go to heaven,
And it will not stay on earth.
Yellow Dog
YELLOW dog, yellow dog,
You stay and watch,
While I gather roses
In the south rose-patch.
Get Up
THE day has come,
I hear the cock;
Get up and dress,
’Tis six o’clock.
The Bald Old Woman
ON the top of the mount,
By the road, on a stone—
Or a big pile of bricks—
Sat a bald-headed crone.
On her head were three hairs,
Which you’ll reckon were thin,
In which she was trying
To wear a jade pin.
She put it in once,
But once it fell out;
She put it in twice,
But twice it fell out.
But the old woman said,
“I know what I’m about,
I’ll not put it in
And it cannot fall out.”