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Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
17 Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be
mine? Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet
feed the swine. But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and
23: For every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none. If there be one, try to find it, If there be none, never mind it.
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we have for drink?
39 If I'd as much money as I could spend, I never would cry, “Old chairs to mend! Old chairs to mend! Old chairs to
mend!” I never would cry, “Old chairs to mend!” If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, “Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell!” I never would cry, “Old clothes to sell!”
Were pots and pans,
41 If wishes were horses,
Beggars might ride; If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side.
Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run,
Give them to your sons.
36 Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; Threescore men and threescore more Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
37 If all the sea were one sea, What a great sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a great man he would be! And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be!
38 If all the world was apple-pie,
And all the sea was ink,
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 that lady's hire.
I had a little hobby horse,
His name was Tommy Gray,
His body made of hay;
And rode him up to town,
And blew him up and down.
Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
55 Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb,
And he pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!”
He used to live single,
57 Little Johnny Pringle had a little pig; It was very little, so was not very big. As it was playing beneath the shed, In half a minute poor Piggie was dead. So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried, And Betty Pringle she lay down and died. This is the history of one, two, and three, Johnny Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the Piggie-Wiggie.
Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail;
Wiggle waggle went his tail.
Kitty Fisher found it:
But the binding round it.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
There came a great spider,
And sat down beside her,
How does your garden grow?
Division is as bad;
And Practice drives me mad.