Engine Number 9
Engine, Engine number 9,Running down Chicago line;If the train should jump the track,Do you want your money back?
Engine, Engine number 9,Running down Chicago line;If the train should jump the track,Do you want your money back?
Rain, rain, go away,Come back another day;Rain, rain, go away,Little Johnny wants to play.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man,Bake me a cake as fast as you can;Roll it, and prick it, and mark it with a ‘B’And put it in the oven for baby and me.
Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,Get it done by half past two;Stitch it up and stitch it downAnd I’ll give you half a crown.
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are?Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.
Tom, Tom,The piper’s son,Stole a pigAnd away did run;The pig was eatAnd Tom was beat,And Tom went howlingDown the street.
Cock-a-doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe,My master’s lost his fiddling stick,And knows not what to do.
Hickety Pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen.Sometimes 9 and sometimes 10.Hickety Pickety, my black hen.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry,When the boys came out to play,Georgy Porgy ran away.
The soft whining woke Sally up. ‘Who is whining? It is raining so hard!’ she thought. She was surprised to see a soaking wet brown shaggy dog at her door. “What happened, little fellow?” she asked gently. The dog ran out in the rain towards the sewage pipe, yapping nervously. Curious, Sally followed. She was
One day, a king’s procession was passing through the forest. By mistake, they dropped a huge block of ice. Something glittered inside it, but the animals were scared to go near it, not knowing what it was. Suddenly, a beaver came by and looked at it. “This is shining,” he said, “Must be something precious!”
Once, there was a blank book in a shop. People opened it with curiosity, but put it aside after seeing its blank pages. There was also an inkpot completely filled, but no one used it. One day, the shopkeeper threw away both the inkpot and the book in an alley. A swan feather fell from
Once, there was a little prince. He used to lie about almost everything, especially when he did something wrong. It soon became a bad habit, and someone else ended up being punished for his misdeeds. The palace servants started resenting him, and he became nervous and miserable. One day, a little boy chopped down the
Once, there was an extremely lazy bird. She would do everything at least two days late. Her friends were fed up with her, but she never listened to them. One day, the bird overslept and missed the group departure for a long trip to the south. Now she was all alone. She was terrified and