Poem about shoes

One, two, buckle my shoe

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.

Cobbler, cobbler mend my shoe

Cobbler, cobbler mend my shoe,
Get it done by half-past two,
Stitch it up and stitch it down,
Then I'll walk around the town.

Cobbler, cobbler mend my boot,
Mend it well to fit my foot,
Stitch it up and stitch it down,
Then I'll walk around the town.

Cobbler, cobbler buckle my shoe,
Get it done by half-past two,
Stitch it up and stitch it down,
Then I'll walk around the town.