Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker’s Man
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Pat it and prick it and mark it with B,
Put it in the oven for baby and me.
Folk
"Pease porridge hot..."
Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn't love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.
Peter Piper
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked?
Polly put the kettle on
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
Suki take it off again,
Suki take it off again,
Suki take it off again,
They've all gone away.
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
Suki take it off again,
Suki take it off again,
Suki take it off again,
They've all gone away.
Polly Put the Kettle On
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
They've all gone away.
Poor Jenny
Poor Jenny is a-weeping,
A-weeping, a-weeping,
Poor Jenny is a-weeping
On a bright summer’s day.
Why are you weeping,
Weeping, weeping,
Why are you weeping,
On a bright summer's day?
I'm weeping for a loved one,
A loved one, a loved one,
I'm weeping for a loved one,
On a bright summer's day.
Stand up and choose your loved one,
Your loved one, your loved one,
Stand up and choose your loved one,
One a bright summer's day.
Pop! Goes the Weasel
Half a pound of tupenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Every night when I get home
The monkey's on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the city road,
In and out the Eagle.
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Pretty Little Dutch Girl
I am a pretty little Dutch girl,
As pretty as I can be, be, be,
And all the boys in the baseball team
Go crazy over me, me, me.
My boy friend’s name is Fatty,
He comes from the Senoratti,
With turned-up toes and a pimple on his nose,
And this is how the story goes:
Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to see the fair Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse, under her chair.