The Real Mother Goose  by Blanche Fisher Wright


Little Jenny Wren

Little Jenny Wren fell sick,

Upon a time;

In came Robin Redbreast

And brought her cake and wine.

"Eat well of my cake, Jenny,

Drink well of my wine."

"Thank you, Robin, kindly,

You shall be mine."

Jenny she got well,

And stood upon her feet,

And told Robin plainly

She loved him not a bit.

Robin being angry,

Hopped upon a twig,

Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you!

Bold-faced jig!"