ELL-TALE-TIT,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the little puppy dogs
Shall have a little bit.
The Queen of Hearts
The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.
"SHE MADE SOME TARTS."
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;