Author Anonymous I pluck the grass From the brooklet's bank, I pluck the weed From the puddle dank. In what shall I put it? In pail and pottle. How shall I cook it? In pan and kettle. And where shall I set it? On the altar sill. Who sacrifice it? The vestal will. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments