Here is cruel Frederick, see! / A horrid wicked boy was he.

Snip! Snap! Snip! They go so fast. / That both his thumbs are off at last.

Take the soup away! / O take the nasty soup away! / I won't have any soup today.

Now tall Agrippa lived close by, - / So tall he almost touched the sky; / He had a mighty inkstand too, / In which a great goose-feather grew.

Look at little Johnny there, / Little Johnny Head-In-Air.

But Fidgety Phil / He won't sit still; / He wriggles / And giggles, / and then, I declare, / Swings backwards and forwards, / And tilts up his chair.

The hare sits snug in leaves and grass, / And laughs to see the green man pass.

The door flew open, in he ran, / The great, long, red-legged scissor-man.

At this good Tray grew very red, / And growled and bit him till he bled.