Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.
Little Nancy EtticoatIn a white petticoatAnd a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.
Little Nancy EtticoatIn a white petticoatAnd a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.
Little Nancy EtticoatIn a white petticoatAnd a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.
Little Nancy Etticoat
In a white petticoat
And a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.
As I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Each wife had seven sacks,In each sack were seven cats,And each cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were going to St. Ives?
As I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Each wife had seven sacks,In each sack were seven cats,And each cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were going to St. Ives?
As I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Each wife had seven sacks,In each sack were seven cats,And each cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were going to St. Ives?
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives;
Each wife had seven sacks,
In each sack were seven cats,
And each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
Peter and a large pumpkin
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her.He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had another and didn't love her.Peter learned to read and spell,And then he loved her very well.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her.He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had another and didn't love her.Peter learned to read and spell,And then he loved her very well.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her.He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,Had another and didn't love her.Peter learned to read and spell,And then he loved her very well.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,
Had another and didn't love her.
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.
Ding, dong, bell,The cat's in the well.Who put her in?Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out?Great Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy cat,Which never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding, dong, bell,The cat's in the well.Who put her in?Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out?Great Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy cat,Which never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding, dong, bell,The cat's in the well.Who put her in?Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out?Great Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was thatTo drown poor pussy cat,Which never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding, dong, bell,
The cat's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Great Johnny Stout.
What a naughty boy was that
To drown poor pussy cat,
Which never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father's barn.
Jack Horner rhyme
Jack sitting by a fire eatingCopyright, 1906, byFrederick A. Stokes Company.LITTLE JACK HORNER
Little Jack Horner sat in a cornerEating his Christmas pie.He put in his thumb and pulled out a plumAnd said what a good boy am I.
Little Jack Horner sat in a cornerEating his Christmas pie.He put in his thumb and pulled out a plumAnd said what a good boy am I.
Little Jack Horner sat in a cornerEating his Christmas pie.He put in his thumb and pulled out a plumAnd said what a good boy am I.
Little Jack Horner sat in a cornerEating his Christmas pie.He put in his thumb and pulled out a plumAnd said what a good boy am I.
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Eating his Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said what a good boy am I.
Sing a song of sixpence,Pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie.When the pie was openedThe birds began to sing—Oh, wasn't that a dainty dishTo set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence,Pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie.When the pie was openedThe birds began to sing—Oh, wasn't that a dainty dishTo set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence,Pocket full of rye;Four and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie.When the pie was openedThe birds began to sing—Oh, wasn't that a dainty dishTo set before the king?
Sing a song of sixpence,
Pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing—
Oh, wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty.Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty.Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;Three, four, shut the door;Five, six, pick up sticks;Seven, eight, lay them straight;Nine, ten, a good fat hen;Eleven, twelve, who will delve?Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty.Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
One, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four, shut the door;
Five, six, pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, a good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve, who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting;
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting;
Nineteen, twenty, I'm very empty.
Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
Girl surrounded by flowers with ladybug on her glove
Ladybug, ladybug,Fly away home,Your house is on fire,And your children will burn.
Ladybug, ladybug,Fly away home,Your house is on fire,And your children will burn.
Ladybug, ladybug,Fly away home,Your house is on fire,And your children will burn.
Ladybug, ladybug,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
And your children will burn.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding 'round it.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding 'round it.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Never a penny was there in it,Save the binding 'round it.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Never a penny was there in it,
Save the binding 'round it.
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl.If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl.If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl.If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl.
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
There was a mad man,And he had a mad wife,And they lived all in a mad lane.They had three children all at a birth,And they too were mad every one.The father was mad,The mother was mad,The children all mad beside;And upon a mad horse they all of them got,And madly away did ride.
There was a mad man,And he had a mad wife,And they lived all in a mad lane.They had three children all at a birth,And they too were mad every one.The father was mad,The mother was mad,The children all mad beside;And upon a mad horse they all of them got,And madly away did ride.
There was a mad man,And he had a mad wife,And they lived all in a mad lane.They had three children all at a birth,And they too were mad every one.The father was mad,The mother was mad,The children all mad beside;And upon a mad horse they all of them got,And madly away did ride.
There was a mad man,
And he had a mad wife,
And they lived all in a mad lane.
They had three children all at a birth,
And they too were mad every one.
The father was mad,
The mother was mad,
The children all mad beside;
And upon a mad horse they all of them got,
And madly away did ride.
Bye, Baby Bunting,Father's gone a hunting,To get a little rabbit skinTo wrap the Baby Bunting in.
Bye, Baby Bunting,Father's gone a hunting,To get a little rabbit skinTo wrap the Baby Bunting in.
Bye, Baby Bunting,Father's gone a hunting,To get a little rabbit skinTo wrap the Baby Bunting in.
Bye, Baby Bunting,
Father's gone a hunting,
To get a little rabbit skin
To wrap the Baby Bunting in.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:One for the master, one for the dame,And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:One for the master, one for the dame,And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:One for the master, one for the dame,And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full:
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,And who do you think were there?The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,And all had come from the fair.
Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,And who do you think were there?The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,And all had come from the fair.
Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,And who do you think were there?The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,And all had come from the fair.
Hey, rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub,
And who do you think were there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
And all had come from the fair.
Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top,When the wind blows the cradle will rock,When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top,When the wind blows the cradle will rock,When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top,When the wind blows the cradle will rock,When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.