Beatrix Potter

CECILY PARSLEYlived in a pen,And brewed good alefor gentlemen;GENTLEMEN cameevery day,Till Cecily Parsleyran away.

‘I’m little Tom Tinker’s dog,Bow, wow, wow!’

Upstairs and downstairs,And in my lady’s chamber!

With a red nose, —The longer she stands,The shorter she grows.

This pig had a bit of meat;And this pig had none;This little pig criedWee! wee! wee!I can’t find my way home.

And every day we water thereThe seeds that we have sown.WE love our little garden,And tend it with such care,You will not find a faced leafOr blighted blossom there.

They all run after the farmer’s wife,And she cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did ever you see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice!