MOTHER GOOSES NURSERY RHYMES.
When little Fred went to
bed,
He always said his
prayers ;
He kisse mamma, and
then papa,
And straightway went
Bless you, bless you, bonny
bee:
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
Jack Sprat's pig,
He was not very little,
Nor yet very big;
He was not very lean,
He was not very fat,
He’ll do well for a grunt,
Says little Jack Sprat.