Pussy-Cat sits by the fire; How can she be fair? In walks the little dog; Says: "Pussy, are you there? How do you do, Mistress Pussy? Mistress Pussy, how d'ye do?" "I thank you kindly, little dog, I fare as well as you!" |
Here am I, little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me I'm always alone. |
There was an old woman lived under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies. |
Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman: "Pray let me taste your ware." Says the pieman to Simple Simon: "Show me first your penny;" Says Simple Simon to the pieman: "Indeed I have not any." |
Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie; When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in the parlor counting out his money; The queen was in the kitchen eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes, There came a little blackbird and nipped off her nose. |