Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny-they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they met a Turkey. And the Turkey said, "Where are you going to-day, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?" And they said, "Oh, Turkey-lurky, the sky is falling, and we are going to tell the King.' And Turkey-lurky said, "I will go with you, Goosy-poosy, Duckydaddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny." So Turkey-lurky, and Goosy-poosy, and Ducky-daddles, and Cocky-locky, and Hennypenny-they gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they met a Fox. So the Fox said,"Where are you going to-day, Turkey-lurky, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny?" And they said, 66 Oh, Foxy-loxy, the sky is falling, and we are going to tell the King." And the Foxy-loxy said,— "Come with me Turkey-lurky, Goosy-poosy, Ducky-daddles, Cocky-locky, and Henny-penny, and I will show you the way to the King's house." So they all gaed, and they gaed, and they gaed till they came to the Fox's hole, and the Fox took them all in. His young ones ate up first poor Henny-penny, then poor Cocky-locky, then poor Ducky-daddles, then poor Goosy-poosy, and then poor Turkey-lurky. So they never got to the King to tell him that the sky had fallen on the head of poor Henny-penny. The Months. January February March April May June September October January holds the gate To let the Old Year out, July August November December Feb-ru-ary with his shrivell'd pate, March stalks in with blust'ring air, And flaun-ting April, a well-matched pair! Smi-ling May trips in anon, Arm in arm with mellow June; Sunny July is the bride Of noble August at her side; But all the scowls of bleak No-vem-ber Thirty days have September, THE THREE BILLY-GOATS GRUFF. Once on a time there were three billy-goats, who were to go up to the hill-side to make themselves fat; and the name of all three was "Gruff." On the way up, was a bridge over a burn they had to cross; and under the bridge, a great ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker. So, first of all, came the youngest billy-goat Gruff to cross the bridge. Trip-trap, trip-trap, went the bridge. "Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll. 66 Oh, it is only I, the tiniest billy-goat Gruff, and I am going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy-goat, with such a small voice. "Now I am coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh no, pray don't take me; I am too little, that I am," said the billy-goat. "Wait a bit, till the second billy-goat Gruff comes; he's much bigger." "Well, be off with you!" said the troll. A little while after came the second billygoat Gruff to cross the bridge. Trip-trap, trip-trap, trip-trap, went the bridge. "WHO'S THAT tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll. "Oh, it's the second billy-goat Gruff, and I am going up to the hill-side to make myself fat," said the billy-goat, who hadn't such a small voice. "Now I am coming to gobble you up," said the troll. "Oh no, don't take me: don't take me: wait a little till the big billy-goat Gruff comes; comes; he's much bigger." 66 Very well; be off with you!" said the troll. But just then up came the big billy-goat Gruff. TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, TRIP-TRAP, went the bridge; for the billy-goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him. "WHO'S THAT tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll. "IT'S I, THE BIG BILLY-GOAT GRUFF," said the billy-goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own. "Now I am coming to gobble you up," roared the troll. "Well, come along, I've got two spears, And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears; I've got besides two monstrous stones, And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones." That was what the big billy-goat said; and so he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the burn; and after that, he went up to the hill-side. There the billy-goats got so fat, they were scarce able to walk home again; and if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why they are still fat; and so LITTLE JACK HORNER. Jack Horner was a pretty lad, With such a dainty curious tone, All people spoke his praise, When friends they did together meet, To pass away the time Why, little Jack, he sure would eat And with his thumbs pulls out the plums, Norse Tales. + Halliwell's Popular Rhymes |