Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIV. Natural History.

    Once I saw a little bird,
    Come hop, hop, hop;
    So I cried, little bird,
    Will you stop, stop, stop?
    And was going to the window,
    To say how do you do?
    But he shook his little tail,
    And far away he flew.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
    The old hen flew over the malt house,
    She counted her chickens one by one,
    Still she missed the little white one,
    And this is it, this is it, this is it.

    Little Robin Red-breast,
        Sat upon a hirdle;
    With a pair of speckled legs,
        And a green girdle.

    There was an owl lived in an oak,
        Wisky, wasky, weedle;
    And every word he ever spoke
        Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

    A gunner chanced to come that way,
        Wisky, wasky, weedle;
    Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird."
        Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

    As I went over the water,
    The water went over me.
    I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:
    The one called me a rascal,
    The other called me a thief;
    I took up my little black stick,
    And knocked out all their teeth.

    As I went over the water,
    The water went over me.
    I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree:
    The one called me a rascal,
    The other called me a thief;
    I took up my little black stick,
    And knocked out all their teeth.