| The rose is red, |
| The violet's blue, |
| Sugar is sweet, |
| And so are you. |
| Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn, |
| The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn. |
| There was an old woman tossed up in a basket |
| Nineteen times as high as the moon; |
| Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, |
| For in her hand she carried a broom. |
| Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, |
| O whither, O whither, O whither so high? |
| To brush the cobwebs off the sky! |
| Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye. |
