I had a little toy

And called him Green Hell

Gave him a little pock

He hide it very well

I let him go up there

To bring me a good wind

In wild bushes he fell

And blew his engine steam

He went to the forest

To fumble with his swage

He messed up with the pock

And liberate a phage

He went to the city

To replace of his ware

And quickly did return

All there had burned in Hell

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Before working on a rhyme for TevunKrus#40 - Green Punk, I never heard this rhyme, Blue Bell Boy. It goes that way:

I had a little boy,
And called him Blue Bell;
Gave him a little work,
He did it very well.

I bade him go upstairs
To bring me a gold pin;
In coal scuttle fell he,
Up to his little chin.

He went to the garden
To pick a little sage;
He tumbled on his nose,
And fell into a rage.

He went to the cellar
To draw a little beer;
And quickly did return
To say there was none there.