so abou-t

Bobby Shafto's looking out,
All his ribbons flew about,
All the ladies gave a shout,
Hey for Boy Shafto!
Little Boy Blue,

Come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow,

The cow's in the corn;


Little Boy Blue,

Come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow,

The cow's in the corn;

But where is the boy

Who looks after the sheep?

He's under a haycock,

Fast asleep
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,

And how do you think they got there?

The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,

'Twas enough to make a man stare.