WITCHES AND FAIRIES

‘ Grill me some bones,’ said the Cobbler,

‘ Some bones, my pretty Sue;

I'm tired of my lonesome with heels and soles,

Springsides and uppers too;

A mouse in the wainscot is nibbling;

A wind in the keyhole drones;

And a sheet webbed over my candle, Susie, — -

Grill me some bones!’

‘ Grill me some bones,’ said the Cobbler,

I sat at my tic-tac-to;

And a footstep came to my door and stopped,

And a hand groped to and fro;

And I peered up over my boot and last;

And my feet went cold as stones:

I saw an eye at the keyhole, Susie! — -

Grill me some bones!’