I met a flock of bonny swine;
Some yellow-nacked, some yellow backed!
They were the very bonniest swine
That e'er went over the Tipple-tine."


Old Mr. Brown turned up his eyes
in disgust at the impertinence of
Nutkin.

But he ate up the honey!

The squirrels filled their little sacks
with nuts.

But Nutkin sat upon a big flat rock,
and played ninepins with a crab apple
and green fir-cones.


On the sixth day, which was
Saturday, the squirrels came again for
the last time; they brought a new-laid
EGG in a little rush basket as a last
parting present for Old Brown.

But Nutkin ran in front laughing,
and shouting--

"Humpty Dumpty lies in the beck,