A-Tisket, A-Tasket
A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
I dropped it,
I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket.
A-tisket a-tasket
A green and yellow basket
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it,
I dropped it,
I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy he picked it up and put it in his pocket.
Rub a dub dub, dirty socks in a tub,
Red and yellow and blue and green,
With a hole in the toes and a hole in the heel,
Wash them all till they're fresh and clean.
Rub a dub dub, clean socks in a tub,
Hang them out in a row to dry,
With a hole in the toes and a hole in the heel,
Watch them bounce on a line up high.
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!