Three, four, shut the door- as one goes out into a mild, unassertively sunny, January morning,
Five, six, pick up sticks- of which there are a lot on the front lawn, deposited there by a succession of winter storms.
Seven eight, lay them straight- or more precisely in a heap on the bonfire.
Nine, ten- a big fat hen- only for "hen" read "horse" - a specimen of which genus is standing at the water butt emptying it as fast as it can be filled by the hose.