Betty Blue
Little Betty Blue,Lost her holiday shoe;What shall little Betty do?Give her anotherTo match the otherAnd then she’ll walk upon two.
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Little Betty Blue,Lost her holiday shoe;What shall little Betty do?Give her anotherTo match the otherAnd then she’ll walk upon two.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks,Will you be mine?You shall not wash dishes,Nor yet feed the swine;You’ll sit on a cushion,And sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries,Sugar and cream.
“Here we go roundThe mulberry bush,”“The mulberry bush,”“The mulberry bush.”“Here we go roundThe mulberry bush,”“On a cold andfrosty morning.”
I have a toothbrush,Neat and gay,To brush my teeth,With every day;I brush them each morning,I brush them each night,Till all are shining,Clean and bright.
Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, sir; yes, sir,Three bags full.One for the master,And one for the dame,And one for the little boy,Who lives down the lane.
Old Mother Hubbard,Went to the cupboard,To get her poor doggy a bone;But when she got there,The cupboard was bare,And so the poor doggy had none!
Little Tommy Tucker,Sings for his supper:What shall we give him?White bread and butter.How will he cut itWithout a knife?How will he marryWithout a wife?
Little Miss MuffetSat on her tuffet,Eating her curds and whey,There came a big spider;Who sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.
I hear thunder, I hear thunder,Oh! Don’t you? Oh! Don’t you?Pitter patter raindrops,Pitter patter raindrops,I am wet through,I am wet through.
Ladybird, ladybird,Fly away home;Your house is on fire,Your children are gone.All except one,And that’s little Ann;And she crept under,The warming pan.
Two little dicky birdsSitting on a wall,One named Peter,One named Paul.Fly away, Peter!Fly away, Paul!Come back, Peter!Come back, Paul!
Young Roger came,Tapping at Dolly’s window,Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!He asked for admittance,She answered him “No!”Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!“No, no; Roger, no!As you came, you may go!”Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!
I saw a slippery, slithery snake,Slide through the grasses, making them shake.He looked at me with his beady eye.“Go away from my pretty green garden,”said I.“Sssss,” said the slippery, slithery snake,As he slid through the grasses,making them shake.
A swarm of Bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.
There was an old man with a beard,Who said, “It is just as I feared!Two Owls and a HenFour Larks and a Wren,Have all built their nestsIn my beard!”
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