Who lies there, with toes in the air?

Pillows were made, little boy, for the

head,

And not to be eked to the foot of the
bed ; |

But we do not care,
So fat and so fair,

My saucy baby-boy lying there!

Tommy and Mary have been to the fair, ||

And what do you think they have ||
brought from there ?

A doll and a donkey that wags his head, |

And two great cakes of ginger-bread.