DICKIE PEG-LEG

A sparrow with a wooden leg Hopped o’er a roof of tin; And, as he hopped, a girl below Was overcome with sudden woe To hear that noise begin.

“Oh dear,” she cried, “here comes the rain, “And this is picnic day.” Nor did she know what she had heard Was just a wooden legged bird Until he flew away.

Young Johnny Bingle long had wished To own a “truly” gun, And so, when Christmas came again, His father gave him one. It had a barrel straight and true A fancy walnut stock And for his first game Johnny shot The cuckoo in the clock.