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Higgledy-piggledy went to school,

Looking so nice and neat!

Clean little mittens on clean little hands,

Clean little shoes on his feet.

Jacket and trousers all nicely brushed,

Collar and cuffs like snow.

"See that you come home as neat to-night,

Higgledy-piggledy oh!"

Higgledy-piggledy came from school,

In such a woful plight,

All the people he met on the road

Ran screaming away with fright.

One shoe gone for ever and aye,

T'other one stiff with mud,

Dirt-spattered jacket half torn from his back,

Mittens both lost in the wood.

Higgledy-piggledy stayed in bed

All a long, pleasant day,

While his father fished for his other boot

In the roadside mud and clay.

All day long his mother must mend,

Wash and iron and sew,

Before she can make him fit to be seen,

Higgledy-piggledy oh!