Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree-top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her little white blossoms are peeping around. There The rose is red, the violet blue, The gillyflower sweet-and so are you. Great A, little a, bouncing B, The Cat's in the Cupboard, and she can't see. The little black dog ran round the house, And set the bull a roaring, And drove the monkey in the boat, Who set the oars a rowing, And scared the cock upon the rock, Who crack'd his throat with crowing. Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse! Going winky-wink, Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse My little Pink I suppose you think, I'll let you know Before I go, How little I care about you. Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit, Saturday night sha. De my whole care Dear Sensibility, O la! I heard a little lamb cry, baa! Says I, "So you have lost mamma ?" "Ah !" The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the fields did go, And, frisking, trod upon my toe. "Oh !" Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old. Can you spell that with four letters? Yes, I can-THAT. |