Your children at home.
Little Robin Red-breast
Sat upon a rail:
Niddle noddle went his head,
And waggle went his tail.
Little Tommy Tucker,
Sang for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Your children at home.
Little Robin Red-breast
Sat upon a rail:
Niddle noddle went his head,
And waggle went his tail.
Little Tommy Tucker,
Sang for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it