Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn; The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. "Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?" "He's under the haystack, fast asleep." Jack Sprat could eat no fat, Come, let's to bed, says Sleepy-head; Tarry a while, says Slow; Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan, There was an old woman who lived in a shoe; She do; gave them some broth without any bread; She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. |