In the house, in the market, the streets, Everywhere he was boasting his feats; Till one said, with a sneer, "Let us see it done here! What's so oft done with ease, one repeats."
To his sons, who fell out, father spake: "This Bundle of Sticks you can't break; Take them singly, with ease, You may break as you please, So, dissension your strength will unmake." ...
The Fir-tree looked down on the Bramble. "Poor thing, only able to scramble About on the ground." Just then an axe' sound Made the Fir wish himself but a Bramble.
Said the Frog, quite puffed up to the eyes, "Was this Bull about me as to size?" "Rather bigger, frog-brother." "Puff, puff," said the other, "A Frog is a Bull if he tries!"
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....
1. My daddy is dead, but I can't tell you how; He left me six horses to follow the plough; With my whim wham waddle ho! Strim stram straddle ho! Bubble ho! pretty boy, over the brow.
Some time ago, ere we were born or thought of, There lived a little girl, who liked to roam Through lonely woods and lanes, unknown, unsought of Such folk who like to stop and stay at home....
Three blind mice, See how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife; Did ever you hear such a thing in your life? Three blind mice.