Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Poll Parrot
Sat in his garret
Eating toast and tea;
A little brown mouse
Jumped into the house,
And stole it all away.
Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail;
Niddle noble went his head,
Widdle waggle went his tail.
Little Robin Redbreast
Came to visit me;
This is what he whistled,
Thank you for my tea.
Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper.
What shall we give him?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without a knife?
How will he be married
Without a wife?[
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Look at the sneaky crocodile,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh,
He's swimming down the River Nile,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh.
The crocodile has a swishing tail,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh,
He's swims along and leaves a trail,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh.
The crocodile has two great big jaws,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh,
The crocodile has two great big claws,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh.
See his jaws are open wide,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh,
A little fish is swimming inside,
I-oh, I-oh, I-oh.
Oh no, he's not...he's gone the other way.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.
Mistress Mary, Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells,
And so my garden grows.
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on.
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head;
One to watch and one to pray
And two to bear my soul away.
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.’