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And everybody cried,

As they hastened to their side,

“See! the Table and the Chair

Have come out to take the air!”

IV

But in going down an alley,

To a castle in a valley,

They completely lost their way,

And wandered all the day,

Till, to see them safely back,

They paid a Ducky-quack,

And a Beetle, and a Mouse,

Who took them to their house.

V

Then they whispered to each other,

“O delightful little brother!

What a lovely walk we’ve taken!

Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!”

So the Ducky, and the leetle

Browny-Mousy and the Beetle

Dined, and danced upon their heads,

Till they toddled to their beds.

The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker, and the Tongs

I

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,

They all took a drive in the Park,

And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong,

Ding-a-dong,

Before they went back in the dark.

Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,

Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash,

Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a

brooch),

Mr.

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

And they all sang a song!

II

“O Shovely so lovely!” the Poker he sang,

“You have perfectly conquered my heart!

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you’re pleased

with my song,

I will feed you with cold apple tart!

When you scrape up the coals with a delicate

sound

You enrapture my life with delight!

Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!

And your shape is so slender and bright!

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

Ain’t you pleased with my song?”

III

“Alas! Mr.

song.

O is it because I’m so thin,

And my legs are so long – Ding-a-dong!

Ding-a-dong!

That you don’t care about me a pin?

Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,

Ah! why don’t you heed my complaint!

Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,

Because you are covered with paint?

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

You are certainly wrong!”

IV

Mrs.

“What nonsense you’re singing today!”

Said the Shovel, “I’ll certainly hit you a band!”

Said the Broom, “And I’ll sweep you away!”

So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as

he could,

Perceiving their anger with pain;

But they put on the kettle, and little by little,

They all became happy again.