Sahil Gupta

Dingty diddlety,My mummy’s maid.She stole oranges,I am afraid.Some in her pocket,Some in her sleeve.She stole oranges,I do believe.

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 sent them to bed.

My grandmother sent me a new-fashioned,Three-cornered cambric country cut handkerchief.Not an old-fashioned,Three-cornered cambric country cut handkerchief.But a new-fashioned,Three-cornered cambric country cut handkerchief.

In jumping and tumbling,We spend the whole day.Till night by arriving,Has finished our play.What then? One and all,There’s no more to be said.As we tumbled all day,So we tumble to bed.

I am the cat of cats, I amThe everlasting cat!Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam,The everlasting cat!I hunt the vermin in the night,The everlasting cat!For I see best without the light,The everlasting cat!

To market, to market,To buy a fat pig.Home again, home again,Jiggety jig.To market, to market,To buy a fat hog.Home again, home again,Jiggety jog.

Johnny, Johnny,Yes, Papa.Eating sugar?No, Papa.Telling lies?No, Papa.Open your mouth,Ha! Ha! Ha!

Rock-a-bye baby,On the tree top.When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock.When the bough breaks,The cradle will fall.Down will come baby,Cradle and all!

Incy Wincy Spider,Climbed the water spout;Down came the rain,And washed poor Incy out;Out came the sun,And dried up all the rain;And Incy Wincy Spider,Climbed the spout again.

Hop a little, jump a little,One, two, three;Run a little, skip a little,Tap, tap one knee;Bend a little, stretch a little,Nod your head;Yawn a little, sleep a little,In your bed.

Elephant loves to blow his trunk,At the start of every day.“Tarrantarra!” he loudly trumps,To wake his friends to play.Elephant’s trunk is useful,To shower and to squirt.Down at the pool his friends join in,To wash off all the dirt.

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

Goosey goosey gander,Where shall I wander?Upstairs and downstairs,In my lady’s chamber.Where I met an old man,Who wouldn’t say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down the stairs.