Nursery Rhyme. LXVII. Tales.

    My lady Wind, my lady Wind,
    Went round about the house to find
        A chink to get her foot in:
    She tried the key-hole in the door,
    She tried the crevice in the floor,
        And drove the chimney soot in.

    And then one night when it was dark,
    She blew up such a tiny spark,
        That all the house was pothered:
    From it she raised up such a flame,
    As flamed away to Belting Lane,
        And White Cross folks were smothered.

    And thus when once, my little dears,
    A whisper reaches itching ears,
        The same will come, you'll find:
    Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
    Remember what old nurse has sung
        Of busy lady Wind!