NATURAL HISTORY. 339

 

DLXXXIL.
THE pettitoes are little feet,
And the little feet not big ;
Great feet belong to the grunting hog,
And the pettitoes to the little pig.

 

DLXXXIII.

THE dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.

Pooh, pooh, says the wren, I have got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen!

DLXXXIV.
I HAD a little pony,
His name was Dapple-gray,
T lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away;
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