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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.