There were two birds sat on a stone,
     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away, and then there was one,
     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after, and then there was none,
     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
And so the poor stone was left all alone,
     Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!

A sunshiny shower
Won’t last half an hour.

Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover;
When he came to a style, jump he went over.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper;
     A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,
     Where’s the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Hush a by, 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 cradle and all.

Matthew,
Mark,
Luke,
And John. 
Guard the bed that I lie on
Four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head,
One to watch, and one to pray,
And two to bear my soul away.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl. 
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.

Doctor Foster went to Gloster,
     In a shower of rain,
He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle,
     And never went there again.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
     Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going, I couldn’t but ask it,
     For in her hand she carried a broom. 
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither, so high? 
To sweep the cobwebs off the sky! 
     Shall I go with you?  Aye, by and by.

Once I saw a little bird
     Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried “Little bird,
     Will you stop, stop, stop?”
And was going to the window
     To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
     And far away he flew.

Is John Smith within?  Yes, that he is. 
Can he set a shoe?  Ay, marry, two;
Here a nail, there a nail, tick, tack too.

See, see.  What shall I see? 
A horse’s head where his tail should be.

(A Cherry)
As I went through the garden gap,
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! 
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,
If you’ll tell me this riddle,
I’ll give you a groat.

Bless you, bless you, bonny bee: 
Say, When will your wedding be? 
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.

I like little Pussy, 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 Pussy and I very gently will play.

Go to bed first, a golden purse. 
Go to bed second, a golden pheasant;
Go to bed third, a golden bird.

Goosey, Goosey, gander, whither shall I wander? 
Upstairs, and downstairs, and in my lady’s chamber. 
There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.