(If you’d like, you can sing this one to the tune of Pop! Goes the Weasel!)

Playful tricks with rickety sticks,
As John climbs up the ladder,
Up he sprung and snappéd the rung,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

Susie sings of innocent things,
‘Tis she that broke the ladder
Prop’d ‘gainst the wall, caused Johnny to fall,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

John does stand with head in his hand,
Beneath the broken ladder.
His mind less sound, since he hit the ground,
Schwump! Down the ladder!

Behind the Rhyme.

Florent was thin man,
And Piers, he was a fat
Piers waged war on Sunday brunch,
Which Florent did combat.

Florent seized the bacon,
While Piers made off with hash.
It all came down to one last egg,
And for it both did dash.

The egg was crack’d, breakfast wrack’d,
The whole pub was demolished.
All for the sake, of bellyache,
When off the food they’d polished!

Behind the Rhyme.

Miss Vizard-Ducats, had most marvelous hats,
All so upstanding and fine.
Yet ne’er would she don one,
Though full bright shone yon sun,
And waxed her skin red as the wine!

Behind the Rhyme.

Rig a-jig jig,
Danced a man with a pig,
A pig that of all things had wings!
And it was such a sight,
That the neighbors took fright,
Tried to wake themselves up with needlings!
Behind the Rhyme