A motherless soft lambkin Along upon a hill; No mother’s fleece to shelter him And wrap him from the cold:– I’ll run to him and
Good night, sleep tight, Wake up bright In the morning light To do what’s right With all your might.
All the bells were ringing And all the birds were singing, When Molly sat down crying For her broken doll: O you silly Moll! Sobbing
Go to bed, Tom. Go to bed, Tom! Tired or not, Tom, Go to bed, Tom.
A linnet in a gilded cage,– A linnet on a bough,– In frosty winter one might doubt Which bird is luckier now. But let the
Georgie Porgie, puddin’ and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.
A house of cards Is neat and small: Shake the table, It must fall. Find the Court cards One by one; Raise it, roof it,–
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is fifteen miles, From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is fifteen miles. From Wibbleton to Wobbleton, From Wobbleton to Wibbleton, From Wibbleton to
A frisky lamb And a frisky child Playing their pranks In a cowslip meadow: The sky all blue And the air all mild And the
Four stiff standers, Four dilly-danders, Two lookers, Two crookers, And a wig-wag!
For want of a nail the shoe was lost, For want of a shoe the horse was lost, For want of a horse the rider
Cross Patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take up a cup, and drink it up, Then call the neighbors in.