Three little children a-sliding went

Upon a summer's day;

The ice proved thin, they all fell in;

The rest they ran away.

Solomon Grundy,

Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday;

This is the end of
Solomon Grundy.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;

And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,

Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

A dillar, a dollar,

A ten o'clock scholar,

What makes you come so soon?

You used to come at ten o'clock,

But now you come at noon.

When the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the north,

The skillful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,

It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
When the wind is in the west,

Then 'tis at the very best.

Multiplication is vexation,

Division is as bad;

The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.

If "Ifs" and "Ands"

Were pots and pans,

There would be no need for tinkers.

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

February has twenty-eight alone;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap year; that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.

A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;

A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;

A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy, or there is none;
If there be one, try and find it;

If there be none, never mind it.

He that would thrive

Must rise at five;

He that has thriven

May lie till seven.

He that by the plow would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.

Rain, rain, go away,

Come again another day,

Little Johnny wants to play.

There was a little girl,

And she had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good

She was very, very good,

But when she was bad she was horrid.

Ding, dong, bell; Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out? Big John Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat,

Who never did him any harm,

But killed the rats in his father's barn!

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey:

There came a black spider,

And sat down beside her,

Which frightened Miss Muffet away.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe;

She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread;

She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.