He's my baby and I prize him I've kept him in his bed Till he was two years grown. I've fed him on ox blood An dry bone-meal And now he is ready to be shown Who am I? From his plate up to his button His body is pure white And full six inches long. He stands proud with rest, Puts flags out east and west , With a crown of green herring-bone Who am I?
I show him to neighbours Who auction him away, But I buy him back again. I chop up his children And feed them to my own As he shivers out in the winter rain. Who am I?