"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 was upon his high horse set, humble dum humble dum;
His boots they shone as black as soot, tweedle tweedle twino.
When she came to the merry millpin, humble dum humble dum;
Lady Mouse been you within? Tweedle tweedle twino.
Hast thous any mind of me? Humble dum humble dum;
I have e'ne great mind of thee, tweedle tweedle twino.
Who shall this marriage make? HUmble dum humble dum;
Our Lord which is the rat, tweedle tweedle twino.
What shall we have to our supper? Humble dum humble dum;
Three beans in a pound of butter, tweedle tweedle twino.
When super they were at, humble dum humble dum;
The frog, the mouse, and even the rat, tweedle tweedle twino.
Ten came in Gib out cat, humble dum humble dum;
And catched the mouse even by the back, tweedle tweedle twino.
Then did they separate, humble dum humble dum;
And the frog lept on the floor so flat, tweedle tweedle twino.
Then came Dick our drake, humble dum humble dum;
And drew the frog to the lake, tweedle tweedle twino.
The rat ran up the wall, humble dum humble dum;
A goodly company, the devil go with all, tweedle tweedle twino."
Okay so perhaps this doesn't bring in the "warm fuzzies" as we prepare for Thanks Giving. I think the rat should have been killed too - I'm sure some animal needed a Thanksgiving feast and would have been willing to settle for rat :) But it's a good reminder that the pilgrims had a lot of hardships - rats carried diseas, lice, ate your food (and other things).
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