Mother Goose Rhymes

Mother Goose rhymes

A Medley

On Christmas Eve I turned the spit,
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;

The cock sparrow flew over the table,
The pot began to play with the ladle;
The ladle stood up like a naked man,
And vowed he 'd fight the frying-pan;
The frying-pan behind the door
Said he never saw the like before;
And the kitchen clock I was going to wind
Said he never saw the like behind.