With a white counterpane round his neck,
Forty doctors and forty wrights,
Cannot put Humpty Dumpty to rights!"


Now old Mr. Brown took an interest
in eggs; he opened one eye and shut it
again. But still he did not speak.

Nutkin became more and more
impertinent--

"Old Mr. B! Old Mr. B!
Hickamore, Hackamore, on the King's
kitchen door;
All the King's horses, and all the King's men,
Couldn't drive Hickamore, Hackamore,
Off the King's kitchen door!"


Nutkin danced up and down like a
SUNBEAM; but still Old Brown said
nothing at all.

Nutkin began again--

"Authur O'Bower has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land!
The King of Scots with all his power,
Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!"