CECILY PARSLEY
lived in a pen,
And brewed good ale
for gentlemen;
GENTLEMEN came
every day,
Till Cecily Parsley
ran away.
More verses by Beatrix Potter
- This Pig Went To Market
- Three Blind Mice
- We Have A Little Garden
- Bow, Wow, Wow
- Goosey, Goosey, Gander