Nursery Rhyme. DXLIX. Natural History.

    Cock Robin got up early,
        At the break of day,
    And went to Jenny's window,
        To sing a roundelay.

    He sang Cock Robin's love
        To the pretty Jenny Wren,
    And when he got unto the end,
        Then he began again.

    Little Robin Red-breast
        Sat upon a rail:
    Niddle naddle went his head,
        Wiggle waggle went his tail.

    Little Robin Red-breast,
        Sat upon a hirdle;
    With a pair of speckled legs,
        And a green girdle.

    Pit, Pat, well-a-day,
    Little Robin flew away;
    Where can little Robin be?
    Gone into the cherry tree.

    Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow,
    And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:
    The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,
    But never came back 'till midsummer-day.

    Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,
    To see the cold winter come in,
            Tit, for tat, what matter for that,
            He'll hide his head under his wing!