  Three funny little travellers Set out to leave the town; And all they wore to keep them warm Was one white, ruffled gown. I asked these little travellers If far they meant to roam. “Oh, no,” they all together said; “We’ll not go far from home.” The first brave one who started out She said, “I’m going to By-lo-Land,” In such a sleepy way. The second one, in gown of white, Was Alice, six years old; She said, “I go to Shutty-eye-town,” And on she went, both fast and bold. And Lottie, eldest one of all, Said, “On this road I plod, To 76, Old Blanket street, Bedfordshire, the Land of Nod.” I wondered where these towns could be, When mamma softly said, “Good night, good night, my children dear! Now hurry off to bed! —J. S. |
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