  “Ring—a—round—a—rosy!” Cheeks just like a posy; Eyes that twinkle with delight,— Could there be a fairer sight? Little feet that dance in glee; Voices singing merrily. Won’t you stop a little while? At my question you will smile: “Rosy I have never seen,— Tell me, is she some fair queen? Have your lily hands now crowned her, While you formed a ring around her? “Why ‘draw buckets of water For my lady’s daughter’? Has she spoiled her pretty dress? Ah! to wash her face, I guess! What is meant, dears, by ‘green gravel.’ Then, you say, ‘How barley grows You, nor I, nor nobody knows;’ Oats, peas, beans, too, you include: If the question be not rude, Darlings, tell why this is done.” “Ha! ha!” laugh they; “it’s such fun!” GEORGE COOPER. |
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