POUSSIE, poussie, baudrons, Where hae ye been? I've been to London, Seeing the Queen. Poussie, poussie, baudrons, What got ye there? I got a guid fat mousikie, Rinning up a stair. Poussie, poussie, baudrons, What did ye do wi't? I put it in my meal-poke, To eat it to my bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SORROWS AND CONSOLATIONS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |