human
Can you continue this poem for me?
  Came tumbling down,
And asked his way to Norwich;
They told him south,
And he burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease-porridge.
To market, to market, to buy a fat Pig;
Home again, home again, dancing a jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat Hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
There was a man, and he had nought,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney-pot,
And then they could not find him;
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never looked behind him.
Were fighting for the Crown;
The Lion beat the Unicorn
All round about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of town.
Sat on a tuffet
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a big Spider
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
_Gay go up, and gay go down
To ring the bells of London Town._
Bull's eyes and targets,
Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.
Brickbats and tiles,
Say the bells of St. Giles'.
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  Pancakes and fritters,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Two sticks and an apple,
Say the bells at Whitechapel.
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
Say the bells of St. Clement's.
Say the slow bells at Aldgate.
Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.
Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Ann's.
You owe me ten shillings,
Say the bells at St. Helen's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells at Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells at Shoreditch.
Pray when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I am sure I don't know,
Says the great bell of Bow.
_Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head._
Where shall I wander?
Upstairs, downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
That would not say his prayers:
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him downstairs.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.
Baa, baa, Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full:
And one for the little boy
That lives in the lane!
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.