Three blind, mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a thing in your life, As three blind mice?
This little pig went to market, This little pig stayed at home, This little pig had roast beef, This little pig had none, And this little pig cried, Wee-wee-wee-wee-wee, I can't find my way home.
Tom, he was a piper's son, He learnt to play when he was young, And all the tune that he could play Was, 'Over the hills and far away'; Over the hills and a great way off, The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Tom with his pipe made such a noise, That he pleased both the girls and boys, And they all stopped to hear him play, 'Over the hills and far away'.
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill That those who heard him could never keep still; As soon as he played they began for to dance, Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
weedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle, For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle. Just then flew by a monstrous crow, As big as a tar-barrel, Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel.
hirty days hath 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 is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
There was a little girl, and she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead; When she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid.
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one; The little one stops to suck his thumb, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching two by two; The little one stops to tie his shoe, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three; The little one stops to ride a bee, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching four by four. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching four by four. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching four by four; The little one stops to ask for more, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching five by five. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching five by five. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching five by five; The little one stops to jump and dive, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching six by six. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching six by six. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching six by six; The little one stops to pick up sticks, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching seven by seven. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching seven by seven. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching seven by seven; The little one stops to write with a pen, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching eight by eight. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching eight by eight. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching eight by eight; The little one stops to rollerskate, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching nine by nine. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching nine by nine. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching nine by nine; The little one stops to drink and dine, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom!
The ants go marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching ten by ten; The little one stops to shout "THE END!!"
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
