The Real Mother Goose  by Blanche Fisher Wright

[Illustration]

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.


Then up Jack got and off did trot,

As fast as he could caper,

To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob

With vinegar and brown paper.