Oldal 247 [247]
BAI, BAT, COME UNDER MY HAT. 241
Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And I 1] give you a slice of bacon,
And when I bake I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
The North Wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin
do then?
Poor thing!
He will hop to a barn, .
And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under
his wing,
Poor thing!