Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXI. Jingles.

    Feedum, fiddledum fee,
    The cat's got into the tree.
        Pussy, come down,
        Or I'll crack your crown,
    And toss you into the sea.

    Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
    The cat has eat the pudding-string;
    Do, do, what shall I do?
    The cat has bit it quite in two.

        Hey! diddle, diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laugh'd
        To see the sport,
    While the dish ran after the spoon.

    Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;
    The cat ran up the plum-tree.
            I'll lay you a crown
            I'll fetch you down;
    So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

    High, ding, cockatoo-moody,
    Make a bed in a barn, I will come to thee;
    High, ding, straps of leather,
    Two little puppy-dogs tied together;
    One by the head, and one by the tail,
    And over the water these puppy-dogs sail.

    Hey ding a ding, what shall I sing?
    How many holes in a skimmer?
    Four and twenty, - my stomach is empty;
    Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.