Sahil Gupta

Old John Muddlecombe,Lost his cap;He couldn’t find it anywhere,The poor old cap.He walked down the High Street,And everybody said;“Silly John Muddlecombe,You’ve got it on your head!”

When I was young and had no sense,I bought a fiddle for eighteen pence;And the only tune that I could play,Was “Over the Hills and Far Away.”

Have you seen the muffin man?The muffin man, the muffin man;Have you seen the muffin man,That lives in Drury Lane O?Yes, I’ve seen the muffin man,The muffin man, the muffin man;Yes, I’ve seen the muffin man,Who lives in Drury Lane O.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;All the King’s horsesAnd all the King’s men,Couldn’t put Humpty Dumptytogether again.

Dr. Foster went to Gloucester,In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle,Right up to his middle,And never went there again.

If wishes were horses,Beggars would ride;If turnips were watches,I’d wear one by my side.

I scream,You scream;We all scream,For ice cream!

Jingle bells, jingle bells,Jingle all the way;O what fun it is to ride,On a one-horse open sleigh.

Leg over leg,As the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile,Jump he went over.

Bye, Baby Bunting,Father’s gone a-hunting;To fetch a little bunny skin,To wrap Baby Bunting in.

Oh, rock-a-by, baby mouse, rock-a-by, so!When baby’s asleep to the baker’s I’ll go;And while he’s not looking I’ll pop from a hole,And bring to my baby a fresh penny roll.

Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it,And send us some hot in the morn.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his trousers on;One shoe off, the other shoe on,Diddle, diddle, dumpling,my son John.

Handy Spandy, Jack-A-Dandy,Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at the grocer’s shop,And out he came, a-hop, hop, hop.