Little
Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And
can't tell where to find them;
Leave
them alone, and they'll come home,
Wagging
their tails behind them.
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
feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
Hoddley,
poddley, puddle and fogs,
Cats
are to marry the poodle dogs;
Cats
in blue jackets and dogs in red hats,
What
will become of the mice and the rats?
HEY
DIDDLE DIDDLE (click
to hear midi file)
Hey,
diddle,
diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The
cow jumped over the moon;
The
little dog laughed to see such sport,
While
the dish ran away with the spoon.
Humpty
Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty
Dumpty had a great fall;
All
the king's horses and all the king's
men
Couldn't
put Humpty together again.
Jack
and Jill went up the hill,
To
fetch a pail of water;
Jack
fell down, and broke his crown,
And
Jill
came tumbling after.
LITTLE
BOY BLUE (click to hear midi file)
Little
Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The
sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where
is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's
under a haystack fast asleep.
Will
you wake him? No, not I,
For
if I do, he's sure to cry.
Mary,
Mary, quite contrary,
How
does your garden grow?
With
silver bells and cockle-shells
And
pretty maids all in a row.
Old
King Cole was a merry old soul,
And
a merry old soul was he;
He
called for his pipe, he called for his glass,
And
he called for his fiddlers three.
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.
Rub
a dub dub,
Three
men in a tub;
And
who do you think they be?
The
butcher, the baker,
The
candlestick
maker;
Turn
'em out, knaves all three!
The
queen of hearts, She
made some tarts,
All
on a summer's day;
The
knave of hearts, He stole those 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.
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
whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Twinkle,
twinkle, little star,
How
I wonder what you are!
Up
above the world so high,
Like
a diamond in the sky!
Wee
Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs
and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping
at the window, crying through the lock,
"Are
the babies in their beds,
For
it's now ten o'clock?"
Little
Jack Horner
Sat
in the corner
Eating
a Christmas pie;
He
put in his thumb,
And
pulled out a plum,
And
said, What a good boy am I!
There
was a crooked man,
and
he went a crooked mile,
He
found a crooked sixpense
against
a crooked stile,
He
bought a crooked cat,
which
caught a crooked mouse,
And
they all lived together
in
a crooked little house.
Sing
a song of sixpence,
A
pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty
blackbirds
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 his 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 blackbird
And
pecked off her nose.
They
sent for the king's doctor,
Who
sewed it on again,
And
he sewed it on so neatly,
The
seam was never seen.
Simple
Simon met a pie man,
Going
to the fair;
Says
Simple Simon to the pie man,
"Let
me taste your ware."
Says
the pie man unto Simon,
"First
give me a penny."
Says
Simple Simon to the pie man,
"I
have not got any."
Simple
Simon went a-fishing
For
to catch a whale;
And
all the water he had got
Was
in his mother's pail. |