If all the World were Apple-pie
If all the world were apple-pie,And all the seas were ink;If all the trees were bread and cheese,What should we do for drink?
If all the world were apple-pie,And all the seas were ink;If all the trees were bread and cheese,What should we do for drink?
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells and cockle shells,And pretty maids all in a row.
Multiplication is vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.
It’s raining, it’s pouring,The old man is snoring;He went to bedAnd bumped his head,And he couldn’t get upIn the morning.
See-saw Margery Daw,Johnny shall have a new master;He shall have but a penny a day,Because he can’t work any faster.
Round and round the garden,Like a teddy bear;One step, two steps,Tickly under there!
A wise old owl sat in an oak,The more he heard, the less he spoke;The less he spoke, the more he heard,Why aren’t we all like that wise old bird?
Old Mother Goose,When she wanted to wander;Would ride through the air,On a very fine gander.
Yankee Doodle came to town,A-ridin’ on a pony;He stuck a feather in his hat,And called it macaroni.
Row, row, row your boat,Gently down the stream;Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,Life is but a dream.