My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind.

My Lady Wind, my Lady Wind, Went round about the house to find A chink to get her foot in. She tried the key-hole in the door, She tried the crevice in the floor, And drove the chimney soot in. And then one night when it was dark She blew up such a tiny spark, That all the house was bothered: From it she raised up such a flame, As flamed away to Belting Lane, And White Cross folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears, The same will come, you’ll find: Take my advice, restrain the tongue, Remember what old Nurse has sung Of busy Lady Wind!