The Frog Who Would A Wooing Go

A Frog he would a-wooing go,     Whether his mother would let him or no.     Off he set with his opera-hat.     On the road he met with a Rat.     "Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,     Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"     They soon arrived at Mousey's hall.     They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud call.     "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"     "Yes, kind sirs, and sitting to spin."     "Pray, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer,     That Froggy and I may have good cheer."     "Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?     Let the subject be something that's not very long."     "Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,     "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."     "Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,     "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."     As they were in glee and merrymaking,     A Cat and her kittens came tumbling in.     The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown,     The kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.     This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,     He took up his hat, and he wished them good night.     As Froggy was crossing it over a brook,     A lilywhite Duck came and gobbled him up.     So here is an end of one, two, three--     The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy.