Nursery Rhymes

The cock's on the woodpile
Blowing his horn,
The bull's in the hay-barn
Threshing the corn,

The girl's in the garden
Cropping the leeks,
The cat's in the cream-pot
Up to her cheeks,

The maid's in the kitchen
Frying the fish,
The dog's in the cupboard
Licking the dish,

The duck's in the water
Swimming away,
The boy's in the meadow,
Racking the hay,

The bird's in the tree top
Greeting the morn,
Did you e'er see the like of it
Since you were born?