A SAD TALE.

Little Miss Muffett

She sat on a tuffett,
Eating of curds and whey;

There came a black spider,

And sat down beside her,
Which frightened Miss Muffett away.

THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE.

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.

THE SONG OF A MAN.

There was an old man,
And he had a calf,

And that's half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall,

And that's all.

IF ALL THE WORLD WERE APPLE-PIE.

If all the world were apple-pie,

And all the sea were ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,

What should we have to drink?

RIDE A COCK-HORSE.

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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross

To see what Tommy can buy :
A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,

And a two penny apple-pie.

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A BIRD in the hand is worth two in the bush.

PAT-A-CAKE.

“Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man:

“So I will, master, as fast as I can: “Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,

Put in the oven for Tommy and me.”

LADY BIRD! LADY BIRD!

Lady bird ! lady bird !

Fly away home;
Your house is on fire,

Your children will burn.

THERE WERE TWO BLACK BIRDS.

There were two black birds

Sitting on a hill,
The one was named Jack,

The other named Jill.
Fly away Jack !

Fly away Jill!
Come again Jack !

Come again Jill !

BUZZ, QUOTH THE BLUE FLY.

Buzz, quoth the blue fly,

Hum, quoth the bee;
Buzz and hum they cry,

And so do we.
In his ear, in his nose,

Thus, do you see?
He ate the dormouse;

Else it was he.

DING DONG! DING DONG !

Ding dong! ding dong !

I'll sing you a song ;
'Tis about a little bird ;

He sat upon a tree,

And he sang to me,
And I never spoke a word.

Ding dong! ding dong !

I'll sing you a song ;
'Tis about a little mouse;

He looked very cunning,

As I saw him running
About my father's house.

Ding dong! ding dong !

I'll sing you a song
About my little kitty;

She's speckled all over,

And I know you'll love her,
For she is very pretty.

PUSSY CAT MEW.

Pussy Cat Mew jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.

Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.

THE END OF THE DAY.

Good night,
Sleep tight,
Wake up bright
In the morning light,
To do what's right,
With all your might.