A boy called Blue Bell is sent on one simple errand after another, tumbling into a coal scuttle and taking a fall over a picked bit of sage along the way. Each verse follows the same comic shape, which makes it satisfying to predict and repeat.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
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.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition