IT was the frog in the well, Humble dum, humble dum, And the merry mouse in the mill, Tweedle, tweedle twino. The frog would a-wooing ride, Humble dum, humble dum, Sword and buckler by his side, Tweedle, tweedle twino. When he on his high horse set, Humble dum, humble dum, His boots they shone as black as jet, Tweedle, tweedle twino. When he came to the merry mill pin, Lady mouse, bee you within? Then came out the dusty mouse, I am the lady of this house; Hast thou any mind of me? I have e'en great mind of thee. Who shall this marriage make? Our Lord, which is the rat. What shall we have to our supper? Three beans in a pound of butter. But, when supper they were at, The frog, the mouse, and e'en the rat, Then came in Tib, our cat, And caught the mouse e'en by the back, Then did they separate: The frog leapt on the floor so flat; Then came in Dick, our drake, And drew the frog e'en to the lake: The rat ran up the wall, A goodly company, the devil go with all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK A LETTER TO HER HUSBAND by ANNE BRADSTREET TAKE YOUR CHOICE: OR HERE'S GRANTLAND RICE'S METHOD by BERTON BRALEY TO MR. D'URFEY, UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE BALLADS CALL'D BY HIM LYRIC ODES by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN |