Sahil Gupta

Anna Maria she sat on the fire.The fire was too hot,She sat on the pot;The pot was too round,She sat on the ground;The ground was too flat,She sat on the cat;The cat ran away,With Maria on her back.

Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water,Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Up Jack got and home he ran,As fast as he could caper;There his mother bound his head,With vinegar and brown paper.

Chook, chook, chook, chook, chook,Good morning, Mrs Hen.How many chickens have you got?Madam, I’ve got ten.Four of them are yellow,And four of them are brown;Two of them are speckled red,The nicest in the town.

There was a piper, he’d a cow,And he’d no hay to give her;He took his pipes and played a tune,“Consider, old cow, consider!”The cow considered very well,For she gave the piper a penny;That he might play the tune again,Of “Corn rigs are bonnie”.

Jaggy the Joker, Jaggy the Joker,Is a jolly, old fellow,Likes jam and jelly,And anything yellow.Jumping and jiving,In a suit of yellow;Jaggi, the Joker,Is a jolly, old fellow.

Pussy-cat sits by the fire.How did she come there?In walks the little dog,Says, “Pussy! are you there?How do you do, Mistress Pussy?Mistress Pussy, how d’ye do?”“I thank you kindly, little dog,I fare as well as you!”

There was a little boy who went into a barn,And lay down on some hay;An owl came out and flew about,And the little boy ran away.

There was a girl named Mag,With feet so large;That people cried,“They’re as big as a barge!”She wished for little feet,Small and round;But when she got them,She kept falling down.

Simple Simon met a pieman,Going to the fair;Said Simple Simon to the pieman,“Let me taste your ware.”Said the pieman to Simple Simon,“Show me first your penny.”Said Simple Simon to the pieman,“Indeed, I have not any.”

The little piggy went to market,This little piggy stayed at home,This little piggy had roast beef,This little piggy had none,And this little piggy cried,Wee-wee-wee-wee-wee,All the way home.

Wee Willie WinkieRuns through the town,Upstairs and downstairsIn her nightgown.Rapping at the window,Crying through the lock,Are the children all in bedFor it’s past eight o’ clock.

One, two, three, four, fiveOnce I caught a fish alive.Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,Then I let it go again.Why did you let it go?Because it bit my finger so.Which finger did it bite?This little finger on the right.

Cocks crow in the mornTo tell us to rise,And he who lies lateWill never be wise.For early to bedAnd early to rise,Makes a man healthy,Wealthy and wise.