* * * * *

How does my lady’s garden grow? 
How does my lady’s garden grow? 
With cockle shells, and silver bells,
And pretty maids all of a row.

* * * * *

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
Threescore men and threescore more
Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.

* * * * *

Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

* * * * *

Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
Pussy came by, and popped her head in;
“Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?”
“Oh, no, kind sir, you would snap our heads off.”

* * * * *

If all the world were apple-pie? 
  And all the sea were ink. 
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
  What should we have for drink?

* * * * *

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

* * * * *

I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep;
She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
Poor little creature, she has but one eye.

WHO STOLE THE BIRD’S NEST?

“To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! 
Will you listen to me? 
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?”

“Not I,” said the cow, “Moo-oo! 
Such a thing I’d never do. 
I gave you a wisp of hay,
But didn’t take your nest away. 
Not I,” said the cow, “Moo-oo! 
Such a thing I’d never do.”

“To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! 
Will you listen to me? 
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?”

“Bob-o’-link!  Bob-o’-link! 
Now what do you think? 
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree, to-day?”

“Not I,” said the dog, “Bow-wow! 
I wouldn’t be so mean, any how! 
I gave the hairs the nest to make,
But the nest I did not take. 
Not I,” said the dog, “Bow-wow! 
I’m not so mean, anyhow.”

“To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! 
Will you listen to me? 
Who stole four eggs I laid,
And the nice nest I made?”
“Bob-o’-link!  Bob-o’-link! 
Now what do you think? 
Who stole a nest away
From the plum-tree? to-day?”

“Coo-coo!  Coo-coo!  Coo-coo! 
Let me speak a word, too! 
Who stole that pretty nest
From little yellow-breast?”

“Not I,” said the sheep; “oh, no! 
I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so. 
I gave wool the nest to line,
But the nest was none of mine. 
Baa!  Baa!” said the sheep; “oh, no,
I wouldn’t treat a poor bird so.”