Nursery Rhyme. DIV. Natural History.

    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,
    Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
    All but one, and her name is Ann,
    And she crept under the pudding-pan.

    Cuckoo, Cuckoo,
    What do you do?
    In April
    I open my bill;
    In May
    I sing night and day;
    In June
    I change my tune;
    In July
    Away I fly;
    In August
    Away I must.

    Gray goose and gander,
        Waft your wings together,
    And carry the good king's daughter
        Over the one strand river.

    I had two pigeons bright and gay,
    They flew from me the other day;
    What was the reason they did go?
    I cannot tell for I do not know.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
    The old hen flew over the malt house,
    She counted her chickens one by one,
    Still she missed the little white one,
    And this is it, this is it, this is it.

        [Imitated from a pigeon.]

    Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,
    Love me, and I'll love you!