Nursery Rhyme. DXXV. Natural History.

    Higglepy Piggleby,
        My black hen,
    She lays eggs
        For gentlemen;
    Sometimes nine,
        And sometimes ten,
    Higglepy Piggleby,
        My black hen!

    I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
    She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
    She went to the mill to fetch me some flour;
    She brought it home in less than an hour;
    She baked me my bread, she brew'd me my ale,
    She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

    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.

    The Cock. Lock the dairy door,
                            Lock the dairy door!
    The Hen.    Chickle, chackle, chee,
                            I haven't got the key!

    Dickery, dickery, dare,
    The pig flew up in the air;
    The man in brown soon brought him down,
    Dickery, dickery, dare.

    Goosy, goosy, gander,
    Who stands yonder?
    Little Betsy Baker;
    Take her up, and shake her.