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.

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?

Bow–wow-wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker’s dog,Bow–wow-wow.

Down with the lambs,Up with the lark;Run to bed children,Before it gets dark.

Jack, be nimble,Jack, be quick;Jack, jump overThe candlestick.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells and cockle shells,And pretty maids all in a row.

Roses are red,Violets are blue,Sugar is sweet,And so are you.

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.

I see the Moon,And the Moon sees me;God bless the Moon,And God bless me.

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!