376 NURSERV RHYMES.

DCLV.

HINK, minx! the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry:
There’s nobody at home but jumping joan,
Father, mother, and I.

DCLVI.

WHAT are little boys made of, made of?

What are little boys made of?

Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails;

And that’s what little boys are made of,
made of.

What are little girls made of, made of,
made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice;

And that’s what little girls are made of,
made of.

 

DCLVII.

Bapy and I
Were baked in a pie,
The gravy was wonderful hot:
We had nothing to pay
To the baker that day,
And so we crept out of the pot.