Chapter I: WENT to the wood and got it;

I sat me down and looked at it;
The more I looked at it the less I liked it;
And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
[_A thorn._

HICK-A-MORE, Hack-a-more,
On the king's kitchen door;
All the king's horses,
And all the king's men,
Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
Off the king's kitchen door!
[_Sunshine._

AS soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a thick wall,
And a green coat covers me all.
[_A walnut._

LONG legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
[_Pair of tongs._

ARTHUR 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!
[_A storm of wind._

THERE was a king met a king
In a narrow lane;
Says this king to that king,
"Where have you been?"

"Oh! I've been a hunting
With my dog and my doe."
"Pray lend him to me,
That I may do so."

"There's the dog _take_ the dog."
"What's the dog's name?"
"I've told you already."
"Pray tell me again."

IN marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold.
Yet things break in and steal the gold.
[_An egg._

FLOUR of England, fruit of Spain,
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string,
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.
[_A plum-pudding._