Chapter DCXXXVI

If all the seas were one sea,
What a _great_ sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a _great_ tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a _great_ axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a _great_ man he would be!
And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
And cut down the _great_ tree,
And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
What a splish splash _that_ would be!

DCXXXVII.

I had a little moppet,
I put it in my pocket,
And fed it with corn and hay;
Then came a proud beggar,
And swore he would have her,
And stole little moppet away.

DCXXXVIII.

The barber shaved the mason,
As I suppose
Cut off his nose,
And popp'd it in a basin.

DXXXCIX.

Little Tommy Tacket,
Sits upon his cracket;
Half a yard of cloth will make him coat and jacket;
Make him coat and jacket,
Trowsers to the knee.
And if you will not have him, you may let him be.