Pit, pat, well-a-day,
Little Robin flew away;
Where can little Robin be?
But up in yon cherry tree.
Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner,
Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie;
He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
it-tle Tom Tuck-er
Sings for his sup-per;
What shall he eat?
White bread and but-ter.
How shall he cut it
With-out e’er a knife?
How will he be mar-ri-ed
With-out e’er a wife?