wag,
    Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag;
    And William came in jacket trim,
    And brought his wooden hoop with him;
    And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys
    And joined the other naughty boys. 
    So, one and all set up a roar,
    And laughed and hooted more and more,
    And kept on singing,—­only think!—­
    “Oh, Blacky, you’re as black as ink!”

    Now tall Agrippa lived close by—­
    So tall, he almost touched the sky;
    He had a mighty inkstand, too,
    In which a great goose-feather grew;
    He called out in an angry tone
    “Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone! 
    For, if he tries with all his might,
    He cannot change from black to white.” 
    But, ah! they did not mind a bit
    What great Agrippa said of it;
    But went on laughing, as before,
    And hooting at the Black-a-moor.

    Then great Agrippa foams with rage—­
    Look at him on this very page! 
    He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned,
    Takes William by his little head;

    And they may scream and kick and call,
    Into the ink he dips them all;
    Into the inkstand, one, two, three,
    Till they are black as black can be;
    Turn over now, and you shall see.

    See, there they are, and there they run! 
    The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun. 
    They have been made as black as crows,
    Quite black all over, eyes and nose,
    And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes,
    And trousers, pinafores, and toys—­
    The silly little inky boys! 
    Because they set up such a roar,
    And teased the harmless Black-a-moor.

The Story of the Man that went out Shooting

    This is the man that shoots the hares;
    This is the coat he always wears: 
    With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun
    He’s going out to have some fun.

    He finds it hard, without a pair
    Of spectacles, to shoot the hare. 
    The hare sits snug in leaves and grass,
    And laughs to see the green man pass.

    Now, as the sun grew very hot,
    And he a heavy gun had got,
    He lay down underneath a tree
    And went to sleep, as you may see. 
    And, while he slept like any top,
    The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,
    Took gun and spectacles, and then
    On her hind legs went off again.

    The green man wakes and sees her place
    The spectacles upon her face;
    And now she’s trying all she can
    To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man. 
    He cries and screams and runs away;
    The hare runs after him all day
    And hears him call out everywhere: 
    “Help!  Fire!  Help!  The Hare!  The Hare!”

    At last he stumbled at the well,
    Head over ears, and in he fell. 
    The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark! 
    Bang went the gun—­she missed her mark!