SILLY man went to the top of a hill, And he loaded his gun with bullets of lead, But when he had got to the top of the hill, That the moon seem'd just as far away. And so angry was that poor silly man, And he stuck up his hat, and shot at that, Till he blew it all to bits. And his treatment since by all his friends, For they keep the old soul in his own coal-hole, HERE was a little Boy, and he had a little Dog; And that dear little Dog all dinner-time, One day to his master's great surprise, That little Dog said, "Here goes," |