148 NURSERY RHYMES.

CCXXIX.

 

LIVES in winter,

Dies in summer,
And grows with its root upwards!
An icicle.

CCXXX.

OLD father Greybeard,
Without tooth or tongue ;
If you’ll give me your finger,
Tl give vou my thumb.

 

 

 

 

 

CCXXX!I.

ASKING RIDDLES.
WHEN I went up sandy hill,
I met a sandy boy ;
I cut his throat, I sucked his
blood, P
And left his skin a hanging-o.

CCXXXII.

As I was going o’er Londor
Bridge,
And peeped through a nick,
I saw four-and-twenty ladies
Riding on a stick!

 

 

 

A firebrand with sparks on it