There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile;
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Barber, barber, shave a pig,

How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four-and-twenty, that's enough.'
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
But where is the boy that looks after the sheep?

He's under a hay-cock, fast asleep.

Will you awake him? No, not I;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

There was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes:
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,

He jumped into another bush,
And scratched 'em in again.

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen,
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
The one named Jack, the other named Jill;
Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!
Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander?

Up stairs, down stairs, and in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man who would not say his prayers;
I took him by his left leg and threw him down the stairs.

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full.

One for my master, one for my dame,

And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he;

He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he;

Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady ride on a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.

The Queen did not like him, no more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.

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 Peter Piper picked?

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,

His wife could eat no lean,
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
"Tomorrow will be Monday."

Six little mice sat down to spin,

Pussy passed by, and she peeped in.

"What are you at, my little men?"

"Making coats for gentlemen."

"Shall I come in and bite off your threads?"

"No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll snip off our heads."

"Oh, no, I'll not, I'll help you to spin."

but you don't come in!"

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig;
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog;
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

"I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND"

I had a little husband

No bigger than my thumb;

I put him in a pint pot,

And there I bid him drum.

I bought a little horse

That galloped up and down;
I bridled him and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.

I

gave

him some garters,
To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief,
To wipe his pretty nose.

JACK AND JILL 100

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.

THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts

He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts

Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts

Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.

“SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE" ✓

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds.
Baked in a pie;

When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing:
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird,
And nipped off her nose.

SIMPLE SIMON

Simple Simon met a pieman.
Going to the fair;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny;" Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle; He pricked his fingers very much, Which made poor Simon whistle.