Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXIII. Jingles.

    Hyder iddle diddle dell,
    A yard of pudding's not an ell;
    Not forgetting tweedle-dye,
    A tailor's goose will never fly.

    Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,
        The table and the frame;
    My master he did cudgel me
        For speaking of my dame.

        Hey! diddle, diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laugh'd
        To see the sport,
    While the dish ran after the spoon.

    Feedum, fiddledum fee,
    The cat's got into the tree.
        Pussy, come down,
        Or I'll crack your crown,
    And toss you into the sea.

    Rompty-iddity, row, row, row,
    If I had a good supper, I could eat it now.

    Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, doe.
    Give me a pancake
            And I'll go.
    Dibbity, dibbity, dibbity, ditter,
    Please to give me
            A bit of a fritter.