I studiedmy arithmetic,And then I went to bed,And on my little pillow whiteLaid down my little head.I hoped for dreams of dear delight,Of sugar-candy bliss;But oh! my sleep, the livelong night,Was filled with things like this.
I studiedmy arithmetic,And then I went to bed,And on my little pillow whiteLaid down my little head.I hoped for dreams of dear delight,Of sugar-candy bliss;But oh! my sleep, the livelong night,Was filled with things like this.
I studiedmy arithmetic,And then I went to bed,And on my little pillow whiteLaid down my little head.
I studiedmy arithmetic,
And then I went to bed,
And on my little pillow white
Laid down my little head.
I hoped for dreams of dear delight,Of sugar-candy bliss;But oh! my sleep, the livelong night,Was filled with things like this.
I hoped for dreams of dear delight,
Of sugar-candy bliss;
But oh! my sleep, the livelong night,
Was filled with things like this.
math
Add forty jars of damson jamTo fifty loaves of cake,Subtract a cow, and tell me howMuch butter it will make.Then add the butter to the jam,And give it to a boy,How long will ’t take ere grievous acheShall dash his childish joy?If twenty men stole thirty sheepAnd sold them to the Pope,What would they get if he should letThem have the price in soap?And if he slew each guileless beast,And in pontific gleeSold leg and loin for Roman coin,What would his earnings be?
Add forty jars of damson jamTo fifty loaves of cake,Subtract a cow, and tell me howMuch butter it will make.Then add the butter to the jam,And give it to a boy,How long will ’t take ere grievous acheShall dash his childish joy?If twenty men stole thirty sheepAnd sold them to the Pope,What would they get if he should letThem have the price in soap?And if he slew each guileless beast,And in pontific gleeSold leg and loin for Roman coin,What would his earnings be?
Add forty jars of damson jamTo fifty loaves of cake,Subtract a cow, and tell me howMuch butter it will make.
Add forty jars of damson jam
To fifty loaves of cake,
Subtract a cow, and tell me how
Much butter it will make.
Then add the butter to the jam,And give it to a boy,How long will ’t take ere grievous acheShall dash his childish joy?
Then add the butter to the jam,
And give it to a boy,
How long will ’t take ere grievous ache
Shall dash his childish joy?
If twenty men stole thirty sheepAnd sold them to the Pope,What would they get if he should letThem have the price in soap?
If twenty men stole thirty sheep
And sold them to the Pope,
What would they get if he should let
Them have the price in soap?
And if he slew each guileless beast,And in pontific gleeSold leg and loin for Roman coin,What would his earnings be?
And if he slew each guileless beast,
And in pontific glee
Sold leg and loin for Roman coin,
What would his earnings be?
nervous boy
Next, if a Tiger climbed a treeTo get a cocoanut,And if by hap the feline chapShould find the shop was shut;And if ten crabs with clawing dabsShould pinch his Bengal toes,What would remain when he should gainThe ground, do you suppose?
Next, if a Tiger climbed a treeTo get a cocoanut,And if by hap the feline chapShould find the shop was shut;And if ten crabs with clawing dabsShould pinch his Bengal toes,What would remain when he should gainThe ground, do you suppose?
Next, if a Tiger climbed a treeTo get a cocoanut,And if by hap the feline chapShould find the shop was shut;
Next, if a Tiger climbed a tree
To get a cocoanut,
And if by hap the feline chap
Should find the shop was shut;
And if ten crabs with clawing dabsShould pinch his Bengal toes,What would remain when he should gainThe ground, do you suppose?
And if ten crabs with clawing dabs
Should pinch his Bengal toes,
What would remain when he should gain
The ground, do you suppose?
tiger climbing a tree that has a "closed" sign on it
Divide a stick of licoriceBy twenty infant jaws,How long must each lose power of speechIn masticating pause?And if these things are asked of you,While you’re a-chewing of it,What sum of birch, rod, pole or perchWill be your smarting profit?I woke upon my little bedIn anguish and in pain.I’d sooner lose my brand-new shoesThan dream those dreams again.Oh! girls and boys, who crave the joysOf slumber calm and deep,Away then kick your ’rithmeticBefore you go to sleep!
Divide a stick of licoriceBy twenty infant jaws,How long must each lose power of speechIn masticating pause?And if these things are asked of you,While you’re a-chewing of it,What sum of birch, rod, pole or perchWill be your smarting profit?I woke upon my little bedIn anguish and in pain.I’d sooner lose my brand-new shoesThan dream those dreams again.Oh! girls and boys, who crave the joysOf slumber calm and deep,Away then kick your ’rithmeticBefore you go to sleep!
Divide a stick of licoriceBy twenty infant jaws,How long must each lose power of speechIn masticating pause?
Divide a stick of licorice
By twenty infant jaws,
How long must each lose power of speech
In masticating pause?
And if these things are asked of you,While you’re a-chewing of it,What sum of birch, rod, pole or perchWill be your smarting profit?
And if these things are asked of you,
While you’re a-chewing of it,
What sum of birch, rod, pole or perch
Will be your smarting profit?
I woke upon my little bedIn anguish and in pain.I’d sooner lose my brand-new shoesThan dream those dreams again.
I woke upon my little bed
In anguish and in pain.
I’d sooner lose my brand-new shoes
Than dream those dreams again.
Oh! girls and boys, who crave the joysOf slumber calm and deep,Away then kick your ’rithmeticBefore you go to sleep!
Oh! girls and boys, who crave the joys
Of slumber calm and deep,
Away then kick your ’rithmetic
Before you go to sleep!