The Life and Death of Jenny Wren

Robin Red-breast bringing cake and wine to Jenny Wren

Jenny Wren fell sick
Upon a merry time;
In came Robin Red-breast,
And brought her cake & wine.

Eat well of the sop, Jenny,
Drink quick of the wine:
Thank you, Robin, kindly,
You shall be mine.

Jenny Wren stands on the edgr of the wine glass and drinks

Here’s Jenny on the glass,
Eating the cake sop;
And drinking the wine,
Which is to make her hop.

Jenny, she got well,
And stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly,
She lov’d him not a bit.

Jenny Wren tells Robin she does not love him

Robin, he went home,
And told his Mother, how
Very naughty Jenny was,
To use poor Robin so.

Robin, being angry,
Hopp’d on a twig;
And cried out, fie upon you,
Get out, you bold fac’d jig.

Robin is on a twig and cries about Jenny

Now Jenny soon got well,
And made poor Robin mad;
Tho’ her health was very good,
Her behaviour was very bad.

The Death of little Jenny Wren
And what the Doctors all said then

Robin looks at the dead Jenny

Jenny Wren was sick again,
And Jenny Wren did die:
The Doctors vow’d to cure,
Or know the reason why.

From The life & death of Jenny Wren, London: D. Carvalho, 1833.

Find stories similar to The Life and Death of Jenny Wren

Author:

Unknown

Illustrator:

Unknown

Region of origin:

EuropeEngland

Reading time:

More stories you might like

Green Willow

By

At this moment the moon shone very brightly forth, and by the sudden light Tomodata saw a little hill on his right hand. Upon the hill was a small thatched cottage, and before the cottage grew three green weeping-willow trees.

East AsiaJapan

read

The Lobster and his Mother

By

‘Behold,’ the Lobsyer said, ‘the beauty and splendour of one of our family, thus decked out in glorious scarlet.’rr

EuropeEngland

read

The Lion and the Gnat

By

The Lion, finding the insect would not be brushed away, was fain to accept the challenge; so to it they went.

EuropeEngland

read

Why We See Ants Carrying Bundles as Big as Themselves

By ,

Anansi took his big sticks and beat so hard that the dwarf fell down dead. The greedy fellow was now thoroughly frightened, for he knew that the dwarf was favourite jester to the King of the country. He wondered how he could fix the blame on some one else.

AfricaEast Africa

read

Find stories