A witch's daughter And a cobbler's son: @3Three blind mice See how they run!@1 A witch's daughter With hair of gold And a rounded breast In a muslin fold; And a cobbler's son With a boot to tap, And a leather apron Squat on his lap. A witch's daughter, A cobbler's son, A boot half tapped And a heel half done. A witch's daughter, With eyes like fire, And a cobbler's son With a strange desire. A witch's daughter, A cobbler's son, A hawthorne tree And a hot cross bun. One old father Between the two; Two old mothers And a kettle of stew. A witch's daughter And a cobbler's son: @3Three blind mice See how they run!@1 |