CXCVII.

There was a king met a king In a narrow lane, Says this king to that king, "Where have you been?"

"Oh! I've been a hunting With my dog and my doe." "Pray lend him to me, That I may do so."

"There's the dog _take_ the dog." "What's the dog's name?" "I've told you already." "Pray tell me again."

[A plum-pudding.]

Flour of England, fruit of Spain, Met together in a shower of rain; Put in a bag tied round with a string, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.

Every lady in this land Has twenty nails upon each hand, Five and twenty hands and feet, All this is true without deceit.

Twelve pears hanging high, Twelve knights riding by; Each knight took a pear, And yet left eleven there!

[A star.]

I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep; She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains high, high, high; Poor little creature she has but one eye.

[A needle and thread.]

Old mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went over a gap, She left a bit of her tail in a trap.