|
|
The Land of
Nursery Rhymes
Four And Twenty
Tailors
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail;
The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow;
Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now!
|
To Print Out this Nursery Rhyme:
Click File and then Print or Ctrl + P
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
|
