And two to bear my soul away.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl.
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.

Doctor Foster went to Gloster,
In a shower of rain,
He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,
And never went there again.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going, I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?
To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with you? Aye, by and by.

Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window
To say "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.