Sur le pont d'Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse; Sur le pont d'Avignon, Tout le monde y danse en rond. Les beaux messieurs font comm' 'a, Et puis encor' comm' 'a: Sur le pont d'Avignon,...
"How Master that little Dog pets!" Thinks the Ass; & with jealousy frets, So he climbs Master's knees, Hoping dog-like to please, And a drubbing is all that he gets. ...
"What pranks I shall play!" thought the Ass, "In this skin for a Lion to pass;" But he left one ear out, And a hiding, no doubt, "Lion" had--on the skin of an Ass! ...
"Get up! let us flee from the Foe," Said the Man: but the Ass said, "Why so?" "Will they double my load, Or my blows? Then, by goad, And by stirrup, I've no cause to go."
Crafty Lion,--perhaps with the gout, Kept his cave; where, to solve any doubt, Many visitors go: But the Ass, he said "No! They go in, but I've seen none come out."
The Fox said "I can play, when it fits, Many wiles that with man make me quits." "But my trick's up a tree!" Said the Cat, safe to see Clever Fox hunted out of his wits. ...
"Might his Cat be a woman," he said: Venus changed her: the couple were wed: But a mouse in her sight Metamorphosed her quite, And for bride, a cat found he instead.
The Eagle flew off with a lamb; Then the Crow thought to lift an old ram, In his eaglish conceit, The wool tangled his feet, And the shepherd laid hold of the sham. ...
Said Fox, minus tail in a trap, "My friends! here's a lucky mishap: Give your tails a short lease!" But the foxes weren't geese, And none followed the fashion of trap. ...
'Twas a race between Tortoise and Hare, Puss was sure she'd so much time to spare, That she lay down to sleep, And let old Thick-shell creep To the winning post first!--You may stare. ...
Timid Hares, from the trumpeting wind, Fled as swift as the fear in their mind; Till in fright from their fear, From the green sedges near, Leaping Frogs left their terror behind. ...
The Hen roosted high on her perch; Hungry Fox down below, on the search, Coaxed her hard to descend She replied, "Most dear friend! I feel more secure on my perch."
Overladen the Ass was. The Horse Wouldn't help; but had time for remorse When the Ass lay dead there; For he then had to bear Both the load of the Ass & his corse.
There was a little woman, as I've heard say, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol; She went to market, her eggs for to sell, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle dol. She went to market all on a market day,...
There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket, Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I could not but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom....