Barber, barber, shave a pig,
How many hairs to make a wig?
Four and twenty, that's enough.
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
White Feet
One white foot, buy him,
Two white feet, try him.
Three white feet, wait and see.
Four white feet, let him be.
Two white feet, try him.
Three white feet, wait and see.
Four white feet, let him be.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Georgie Porgie
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Doctor Foster
Docter Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle, right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
In a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle, right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Jack Sprat
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both,
They licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked clean,
Then gave it to the cat.
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both,
They licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked clean,
Then gave it to the cat.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day.
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore.
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day.
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore.
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Curly Locks
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream.
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Sing a Song of Sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty black birds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King was in the counting house,
Counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a black bird
And pecked off her nose.
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty black birds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King was in the counting house,
Counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a black bird
And pecked off her nose.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Old King Cole
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 fiddler three.
Each fiddler he had a fiddle,
Anf the fiddlers went tweedle-dee.
Oh, there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddler three.
Each fiddler he had a fiddle,
Anf the fiddlers went tweedle-dee.
Oh, there's none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
I Saw a Ship A-Sailing
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee.
There were confits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold.
The sails were made of silk,
And the mast were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stodd between the decks
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh, but it was laden
With pretty things for thee.
There were confits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold.
The sails were made of silk,
And the mast were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stodd between the decks
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move,
The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Little Betty Blue
Little Betty Blue
Lost her holiday shoe.
What can little Betty do?
Give her another,
To match the other,
And the she may walk in two.
Lost her holiday shoe.
What can little Betty do?
Give her another,
To match the other,
And the she may walk in two.
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