Little Boy Blue

Yankee Doodle went to town, A-riding on a pony; Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni.

The three little kittens, they lost their mittens, And they began to cry, "Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear, That we have lost our mittens."

This little piggy went to market, This little piggy stayed home

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread; And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

There was a crooked man, and he walked 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.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie.

Ring around the rosy, Pocket full of posy, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!

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