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.
Then up got Jack
And said to Jill,
As in his arms he took her,
Let's fetch that pail of water.
Alternate for above verse...
Up Jack got<i>
And home did trot
As fast as he could caper
Went to bed and plastered his head
With vinegar and brown paper.</i>
So Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch the pail of water,
And took it home to Mother dear,
Who thanked her son and daughter.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone,
and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke,
she found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed,
but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind them!
It happened one day,
as Bo-peep did stray
Unto a meadow hard by--
There she espied
their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could,
as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be
properly placed.
Said Simple Simon to the Pieman, Let me taste your ware. Said the Pieman unto Simon, Show me first your penny. Said Simple Simonto the Pieman, Sir, I have not any. Simple Simon went a fishing. For to catch a whale. The only water he had got was in his mother’s pail! Simple Simon went to look if plums grew on a thistle. He pricked his finger very much. Which made poor Simon whistle.
I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Here is my handle [one hand on hip], here is my spout [other arm out straight]
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout
Just tip me over and pour me out!
[as song ends, lean over and tip arm out like a spout]
I'm a clever teapot, yes it's true
Here's an example of what I can do
I can change my handle to my spout [switch arm positions and repeat tipping motion]
Just tip me over and pour me out
Rock-a-bye, baby
In the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
Cradle and all
Baby is drowsing
Cosy and fair
Mother sits near
In her rocking chair
Forward and back
The cradle she swings
And though baby sleeps
He hears what she sings
From the high rooftops
Down to the sea
No one's as dear
As baby to me
Wee little fingers
Eyes wide and bright
Now sound asleep
Until morning light