See Slovenly Peter! Here he stands, with his dirty hair and hands.
‘I’ll just light a match or two, as I have often seen my mother do.’
This is the Rat, that ate the Malt, that lay in the House that Jack built.
Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time; in came Robin Red-breast, and brought her cake & wine.
This Frederick! A naughty, wicked boy was he!
He put his spectacles upon his nose and said, ‘Now I will shoot the hares, and kill them dead.’