Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;

Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.

Little General Monk

Sat upon a trunk Eating a crust of bread;

There fell a hot coal

And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now General Monk is dead.

Keep always from the fire:

If you catch your attire,
You too, like Monk, will be dead.

I HAD a little pony,

His name was Dapple-Gray, I lent him to a lady,

To ride a mile away; She whipped him, she slashed him,

She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now

For all the lady's hire.

Hey! diddle diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laugh'd

To see such craft,
While the dish ran after the spoon.

La tender blue, and Rosemary green,
When I am king, you shall be queen,
Call up my maids at four of the clock,
Some to the wheel, and some to the rock,
Some to make hay, and some to shell corn,
And you and I to keep the bed warm.

There was a man and he had naught,

And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney top,

And then they thought they had him; But he got down on t'other side,

And then they could not find him: He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,

And never looked behind him.