I had a little boy,
And called him Blue Bell;
Gave him a

little work,--
He did it very well.

I bade him go

upstairs
To bring me a gold pin;
In coal scuttle fell

he,
Up to his little chin.

He went to the garden
To

pick a little sage;
He tumbled on his nose,
And fell into

a rage.

He went to the cellar
To draw a little

beer;
And quickly did return
To say there was none

there.