It has since been, if we may be allowed to judge, one of the greatest banes to the country.
"The Prime Minister"
W.H.G. Kingston
It sat there cooing to itself for some time; then it sang this song softly to them: "Pew, pew, My mimmie me slew, My daddy me chew, My sister gathered my banes, And put them between two milk-white stanes.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson
And, sitting on the window-sill, it sang its song to him: "Pew, pew, My mimmie me slew, My daddy me chew, My sister gathered my banes, And put them between two milk-white stanes.
"The Scottish Fairy Book"
Elizabeth W. Grierson