Author Anonymous Hinx, minx, the old witch winks, The fat begins to fry, Nobody at home but Jumping Joan, Father, Mother, and I. Stick, stock, stone dead, Blind man can't see; Every knave will have a slave, You or I must be he. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments