. Rhymes and jingles .. . clown !All the way to London townHere we are this minute !Rock a chairAnywhere,When we two are in it. RHYMES AND JL\GLES. THE MAYOR OF SCUTTLETON. • THE Mayor of Scuttleton burned his nose Trying to warm his copper toes ; He lost his money and spoiled his will By signing his name with an icicle-quill; He went bare-headed, and held his breath, And frightened his grandame most to death ; He loaded a shovel, and tried to shoot, And killed the calf in the leg of his boot; He melted a snow-bird, and formed the habit Of dancing jigs with a sad Welsh rabbit; He lived on taff
. Rhymes and jingles .. . clown !All the way to London townHere we are this minute !Rock a chairAnywhere,When we two are in it. RHYMES AND JL\GLES. THE MAYOR OF SCUTTLETON. • THE Mayor of Scuttleton burned his nose Trying to warm his copper toes ; He lost his money and spoiled his will By signing his name with an icicle-quill; He went bare-headed, and held his breath, And frightened his grandame most to death ; He loaded a shovel, and tried to shoot, And killed the calf in the leg of his boot; He melted a snow-bird, and formed the habit Of dancing jigs with a sad Welsh rabbit; He lived on taffy, and taxed the town ; And read his newspaper upside down ; Then he sighed, and hung his hat on a feather, And bade the townspeople come together ; But the worst of it all was, nobody knew What the Mayor of Scuttleton next would do. FIRE in the window ! flashes in the pane!Fire on the roof-top ! blazing weather-vane!Turn about, weather-vane ! put the fire out!The suns going down, sir, I have nt a doubt. COUSIN HE came behind me, and covered my eyes, Who is this ? growled he, so sly, Why, Cousin Jeremy, how can I tell,When my eyes are shut ? said I. RHYMES AND JINGLES.
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