One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, open the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, a good, fat hen
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen
Seventeen, eighteen, maids are waiting
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
One man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Three men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Four men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
One big hippo balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
He thought it was such tremendous fun
He called for another hippo to come.
Two big hippos balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
They thought it was such tremendous fun
They called for another hippo to come.
Three big hippos balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
They thought it was such tremendous fun
They called for another hippo to come.
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a crab alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the fishmonger's to buy him some fish,
But when she came back he was licking the dish.
She went to the grocer's to buy him some fruit,
But when she came back he was playing the flute!
So Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Not you, nor I, nor anyone know,
How oats and beans and barley grow.
First the farmer sows the seed,
Then he stands and takes his ease,
Stamps his feet and claps his hand,
And turns around to view the land.
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Not you, nor I, nor anyone know,
How oats and beans and barley grow.
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit on a twig,
And we'll feed him some bread,
And he'll sing to say 'Thank you, my friends',
Poor thing!
Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick
So she called for the doctor
To come quick, quick, quick
The doctor came
With his bag and his hat
And he knocked on the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head,
And he said ‘Miss Molly,
Put her straight to bed.’
He wrote on the paper
For a pill, pill, pill
‘I’ll be back in the morning
For the bill, bill, bill.’
From dreams, where thought infancy's maze runs mad,
To reason, that heaven-lighted lamp in man,
Once more I wake; and at the destin'd hour,
Punctual as lovers to the moment sworn,
I keep my assignation with my woe.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Porridge in the pot.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Stir it piping hot.
Split, splat, splot,
Split, splat, splot,
Magic porridge pot.
Plip, plap, plop,
Plip, plap, plop,
Stir it, never stop.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Porridge in the pot.
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Bubble, bubble, bubble,
Eat it piping hot.
