When I wake up On Easter Day, I shall see my egg She’s promised to lay. If I were Emperors, If I were Kings, It couldn’t be fuller Of wonderful things.
Berryman and Baxter, Prettiboy and Penn, And Old Farmer Middleton Are five big men. All of them are wanting An egg for their tea, But the Little Black Hen is much too busy, The Little Black Hen is much too busy, The Little Black Hen is MUCH too busy… She’s laying my egg for me!
The Friend
There are lots and lots of people who are always asking things, Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces and the names of funny Kings, And the answer’s either Sixpence or A Hundred Inches Long, And I know they’ll think me silly if I get the answer wrong. So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright, And says, “Well, I say sixpence, but I don’t suppose I’m right.” And then it doesn’t matter what the answer ought to be, ’Cos if he’s right, I’m Right, and if he’s wrong, it isn’t Me.
The Good Little Girl
It’s funny how often they say to me, “Jane? “Have you been a good girl?” “Have you been a good girl?” And when they have said it, they say it again, “Have you been a good girl?”
