jonathan7

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,

And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd. "Give me!" quoth I:

"Aroint thee, witch!" the rump-fed ronyon cries.

Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:

But in a sieve I'll thither sail,

And, like a rat without a tail,

I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.