Fee, fi, fo, fum I smell the blood of some earthly one. - Joseph Jacobs

My man is an ogre and there is nothing he likes better than boys broiled on toast.

Out the Old Woman jumped (of the window). And whether she broke her neck in the fall; or ran into the wood and was lost there...or taken up by a constable to the House of Correction for the vagrant she was I cannot tell. But the Three Bears never saw anything more of her.

Little pig, little pig, let me come in.
To which the pig answered: Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
The wolf answered to that, Then I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow the house down.