A misty, moisty morning when cloudy was the weather
I chanced to meet an old man, clothed all in leather... Met a crooked man who walked a crooked mile and he found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile Hickety pickety my black hen she lays eggs for gentlemen Mistress Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Peas porridge hot, peas... Sign in to see full entry.