366 NURSERY RHYMES.

 

Doctor Cat said—Indeed, I don’t think she’s dead ;
I believe, if I try, she yet may be bled !—

You need not a lancet, Miss Pussy, indeed,

Your claws are enough a poor wren to bleed.

Why, Puss, you "re quite foolish, exclaimed Doctor Goose ;
To bleed a dead wren can be of no use !—

Ah, Doctor Goose, you’re very wise ;

Your learning profound might ganders surprise.

She ’ll do very well yet, exclaimed Doctor Fox,

If she’ll take but two pills from out of this box !--
Ah, Doctor Fox, you are very cunning ;

But if she’s dead, you’ll not get one in.

Doctor Jackass advanced—See this balsam: / make it!
She yet may survive, if you get her to take it !—
What you say, Doctor Ass, may be very true,

But I ne’er saw the dead drink—pray, doctor, did you?

Says Robin, Get out! you’re a parcel of quacks ;

Or I’ll put this good stick about each of your backs.
So Robin began to bang them about ;

They stayed for no fees, but were glad to get out.

Cock Robin long for Jenny grieves,
At last he covered her with leaves ;
And o’er the place a mournful lay

For Jenny Wren sings every day.