Author Anonymous As I went out, so I came in, And out of the dead I saw the living spring; Seven there were and six there be, Tell me the riddle and then hang me. A tit and its young from a nest between the jawbones of a gibbeted murderer Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments