Sahil Gupta

Hey, diddle, dinkety, poppety pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet;Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,So merrily march the merchant men.

Hoddley, poddley, puddle and fogs,Cats are to marry the poodle dogs;Cats in blue jackets anddogs in red hats,What will become ofthe mice and the rats?

I’m a little teapot, short and stoutHere is my handle, here’s my spoutWhen I hear the tea cups, hear me shout,Tip me over and pour me out.

Elsie Marley is grown so fine,She won’t get up to serve the swine;But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.

See a pin and pick it up,All the day you’ll have good luck;See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck you’ll have all the day!

Pussy-cat Mole,Jumped over a coal;And in her best petticoatburnt a great hole.Poor pussy’s weeping,She’ll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat’s,Mended with silk.

I love little kitty,Her coat is so warm;And if I don’t hurt her,She’ll do me no harm.So I’ll not pull her tail,Nor drive her away,But kitty and I,Very gently will play.

I had a dog,His name was Dandy,His tail was long,His legs were bandy,His eyes were brown,His coat was sandy,The best in the world,Was my dog Dandy!

A sailor went to sea, sea, sea,To see what he could see, see, see;But all that he could see, see, see,Was the bottom of the deep bluesea, sea, sea.

Little wind, blow on the hill-top,Little wind, blow down the plain;Little wind, blow up the sunshine,Little wind, blow off the rain.

Star light, star bright,First star I see tonight;I wish I may; I wish I might,Have the wish I wish tonight.

Ride a cock-horseTo Banbury Cross,To see a fine ladyUpon a white horse;Rings on her fingersAnd bells on her toes,She shall have musicWherever she goes.

Go to bed late,Stay very small.Go to bed early,Grow very tall.

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum,And said, “What a good boy am I!”

Little Tommy Tittlemouse,live in a little house;He caught fishesin other men’s ditches.