In winter I got up at night,
　　And dress by yellow candle light,
　　In summer quite the other way,
　　I have to go to bed by day.

　　One, two, three, four,
　　mary at the cottage door,
　　Five, six, seven, eight,
　　Eating cherries off a plate.

　　There was a young man from Leeds,
　　Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
　　Within just an hour,
　　His nose was a flower,
　　And his head was a riot¹ of weeds.

　　I like honey all my life,
　　I paste² them on my knife,
　　They are always very stiff³,
　　It is hard to take them off.