Tuesday, June 30

Monday, June 29

Ding dong bell


Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Flynn.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.

What a naughty boy was that
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed all the mice in his father's barn.


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Sunday, June 28

Mary had a little lamb


Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went.
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day;
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near;
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear

Then he ran to her and laid
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, "I'm  not afraid-
You'll keep me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?
The eager children cry.
"Oh Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.

And you each gentle animal
In confidence may bind,
And make them follow at your will,
If you are only kind.  



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Saturday, June 27

Old King Cole


Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
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;
Oh, there's none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three



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Friday, June 26

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;
Was not 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 pecked off her nose.




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Thursday, June 25

Wednesday, June 24

This is the house that Jack built

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt that lay in the house that jack built.
This is the rat,that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat, that killed the rat,
That ate the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat
That killed the rat, that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built. 
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rate, that are the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.




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Tuesday, June 23

Monday, June 22

Sunday, June 21

One, two three four, five


One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 
Then I let it go again.

Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.




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Saturday, June 20

Little Bo-Peep



Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamed she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-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 'em. 



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Friday, June 19

Thursday, June 18

Cock a doodle doo


Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddling stick,
And knows not what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling stick
Sing doodle doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
For dame and doodle doo.



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Wednesday, June 17

This little piggy

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

This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none

 And this little piggy cried
"Wee, wee, wee," all the way home. 



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Monday, June 15

Incy Wincy Spider


Incy Wincy spider 
climbed up the water spout;
Down came the rain and 
washed the spider out.
Out came the sun and 
dried up all the rain;
Now Incy Wincy spider 
went up the spout again!



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Sunday, June 14

Little Boy Blue


Little Boy Blue
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn;

But where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack
Fast asleep.

Will you wake him?
No, not I,
For if I do.
He's sure to cry. 







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Saturday, June 13

Friday, June 12

Thursday, June 11

One, two buckle my shoes

One, two,
Buckle my shoe,
Three, four,
Knock at the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,
A big fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-counting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids in waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
My plate's empty



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