HOMUNCULUS ET PUELLULA.

There was a little man,

And he wooed a little maid,

And he said, Little maid, will you wed wed wed?

I have little more to say,

Then will you ay or nay,

For the least said is soonest mended ded ded.

Then the little maid replied,

“Should I be your little bride,

Pray, what shall we have for to eat eat eat?

Will the flame that you are rich in

Make a fire in the kitchen,

Or the little god of love turn the spit spit spit?”

Then the little man replied,

And, they say, a little sighed,

For his little heart was big with sorrow sorrow sorrow,

“My offers are but small,

But you have my little all;

And what we haven’ t got we must borrow borrow borrow.”

The little man thus spoke;

His heart was almost broke;

And all for the sake of her charms charms charms.

So the little maid relented,

And softened she consented

The little man to take to her arms arms arms.