Nursery Rhyme. DXXVI. Natural History.

        Pussy cat Mole,
        Jump'd over a coal,
        And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
    Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,
    Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.

    Pussy sits behind the fire,
        How can she be fair?
    In comes the little dog,
        Pussy, are you there?
    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
        Pray how do you do?
    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
        I'm very well just now.

    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
    She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
    She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;
    She brought it home in less than an hour;
    She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,
    She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

    Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,
    Pussy cat eat the dumplings.
            Mamma stood by,
            And cried, Oh, fie!
    Why did you eat the dumplings?

    Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?
    Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!
    Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,
    Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

    The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
        The mistress snored loud as a pig:
    Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,
        And struck up a bit of a jig.