The Poetry Corner

Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLV. Games.

By Unknown

Here we come a piping, First in spring, and then in May; The queen she sits upon the sand, Fair as a lily, white as a wand: King John has sent you letters three, And begs you'll read them unto me. - We can't read one without them all, So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!