CHRISTMAS IS COMING

Christmas is coming,

the geese are getting fat,

please put a penny in the old man's hat.

If you have no penny,

a ha'penny will do;

If you have no ha'penny,

then God bless you.

JACK BE NIMBLE

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

Jack jumps over the candlestick

LITTLE MISS MUFFET

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

eating her curds and whey,

Along came a spider,

who sat down beside her

and frightened Miss Muffet away

THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW

The North wind doth blow

and we shall have snow,

and what will poor robin do then,

poor thing.

He'll sit in a barn

and keep himself warm

and hide his head under his wing,

poor thing.

IT’S RAINING, IT’S POURING

It's raining,

It's pouring,

the old man is snoring;

he went to bed

and banged his head;

and couldn't get up in the morning.

ROCK-A-BYE BABY

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top,

when the wind blows the cradle will rock,

when the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

down will come baby, cradle and all.

HUMPTY DUMPTY

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses,

and all the king's men, couldn't put

Humpty together again.

MONDAY’S CHILD

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for a living,

and the child that is born on the Sabbath day is

bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS MADE OF?

What are little girls made of, made of?

Sugar and spice

And all things nice,

That's what little girls are made of.

LADY BIRD, LADY BIRD

Lady bird, lady bird fly away home

your house is on Fire

and your children are gone

all except one and that’s little Ann

for she has crept under the frying pan.

ORANGES AND LEMONS

Oranges and lemons

say the bells of St. Clement's

You owe me five farthings

say the bells of St. Martin's

When will you pay me?

say the bells of Old Bailey

When I grow rich

say the bells of Shoreditch

When will that be?

say the bells of Stepney

I do not know say the great bells of Bow

Here comes a candle to light you to bed

Here comes a chopper to chop off your head

chip chop chip chop the last man's head.