Little Bo-Peep: A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can’t tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they’ll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they’d left all their tails behind ’em.
Ring a ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies; Hush! hush! hush! And we all tumble down.
There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head.
He carried it home To his old wife Joan, And bid her a fire for to make, make, make; To roast the little duck He had shot in the brook, And he’d go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
When good king Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuffed it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master’s lost his fiddling-stick, And don’t know what to do.