Classic Poem

Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten:
Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,
"Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high,
The bull's in the barn threshing the corn;
The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn.
The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
The dog's in the pantry breaking his dish.
You go before, with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after, on little Jack Nag.'