human
Riddle me! riddle me right! Guess where I was to last Saturday night. Up in the old ivy tree, Two old foxes under me, Digging a grave to bury me. First I heard the wind blow, Then I heard the cock crow, Then I saw the chin-champ chawing up his bridle, Then I saw the work-man working hisself idle.
gpt
began to dig a grave, in which from her hiding-place she heard that after murdering they intended putting her. The
human
was the horse on which they rode away, when they failed to discover her.
gpt
Working hisself idle,
human
As I went over London bridge Upon a cloudy day, I met a fellow, clothed in yellow, I took him up and sucked his blood, And threw his skin away.