NATURAL HISTORY. 351

 

 

DCXII.

I HAD a little cow: to save her,

I turned her into the meadow to graze her;
There came a heavy storm of rain,

And drove the little cow home again.

The church doors they stood open,

And there the little cow was cropen:

The bell-ropes they were made of hay,

And the little cow ate them all away:

The sexton came to toll the bell,

And pushed the little cow into the well!

DCXIITI.

I HAD two pigeons bright and gay,
They flew from me the other day;
What was the reason they did go?
I cannot tell, for I do not know,