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Johnny,
Johnny
Yes, Papa,
Eating sugar?
No, Papa
Telling lies?
No, Papa
Open your mouth
O Ha! Ha! Ha!
Little
Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
To eat her curd and whey.
Out came a spider
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
London
Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Mary has
a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
Monday’s
child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for living,
But the child that is born on Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Old King
Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Old Mother
Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare
And so the poor dog had none.
One, Two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, Four,
Shut the door;
Five, Six,
Pick up sticks
Seven, Eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, Ten,
A big fat hen.
Hush, little
baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s going to buy you a mocking bird.
If the mocking bird don’t sing,
Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.
If the diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s going to buy you a looking-glass.
If the looking-glass gets broke,
Papa’s going to buy you a billy-goat.
If the billy-goat runs away,
Papa’s going to buy you another today.
Pat-a-cake,
pat-a-cake, baker’s man,
Bake me a cake, as fast as you can;
Pat it and prick it and mark it with B
And put it in the oven and bake it for me.
She sells
seashells on the seashore;
The shells that she sells are seashells I’m sure.
So if she sells seashells on the seashore,
I’m sure that the shells are seashore shells.
Teddy Bear,
Teddy Bear,
Turn around;
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Touch the ground.
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Polish your shoes;
Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear,
Off to school.
There was
an old woman,
Who lived in a shoe;
She had so many children,
She didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth,
Without any bread;
Then scolded them soundly,
And sent them to bed.
Thirty
days of September,
April, June and November;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting February alone,
And that has twenty-eight days clear
And twenty-nine in each leap year.
This old
man, he played one,
He played Nick Nack
On my drum!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played two,
He played Nick Nack
On my shoe!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played three,
He played Nick Nack
On my knee!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played four,
He played Nick Nack
On my door!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played five,
He played Nick Nack
On my tie!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played six,
He played Nick Nack
On my sticks!
Nick Nack Paddy Whack!
Give a dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home.
Twinkle,
Twinkle, Little star
How I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
