Public Domain Poetry And Stories - Nursery Rhyme. DXCVIII. Local. by Unknown Public domain poetry and public domain stories from the literary greats of yesteryear.
There was a little nobby colt,
His name was Nobby Gray;
His head was made of pouce straw,
His tail was made of hay;
He could ramble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot,
Round the town of Woodstock,
Hey, Jenny, hey!
