Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep.

Where are the sheep?

They are in the meadow.

I saw them there.

They like to eat the grass there.

She will not find them.

But they will come home.

They will all come home.

Then little Bo-peep will find them.

Thirty white horses on a white hill, Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

Hush-a-bye baby

On the tree-top.
When the wind blows,

The cradle will rock.

When the bough bends,
The cradle will fall,

Down will come baby,

Cradle, and all.

Blow wind; blow gently.

Blow in the meadow.

Blow the corn.

Blow the tree-top.

The tree bends up and down,

The corn bends up and down

And the wind says,

Baby was in his cradle.

He was under a tree.

I was by him.

I rocked the cradle.