London Bridge

London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady.Build it up with bricks and mortar,Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar.Build it up with bricks and mortar,My fair Lady.Bricks and mortar will not stay, Will not stay, will not stay.Bricks and mortar will not stay,My fair Lady

Build it up with iron and steels,Iron and steel, iron and steel, Build it up with iron and steel,My fair Lady.Iron and steel will bend and bow,Bend and bow, bend and bow,Iron and steel will bend and bow,My fair Lady.London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady.

One, Two, Three, Four, FiveOne, two, three, four, five.Once I caught a fish alive,Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,Then I let it go again.Why did you let it go?Because it bit my finger so.Which finger did it bite?This little finger on the right.

Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,And he called for his fiddlers three.Every fiddler had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Oh, theres none so rare,As can compareWith King Cole andHis fiddlers three.The Crooked Man

There was a crooked manAnd he walked a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpenceAgainst a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat,Which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived togetherIn a little crooked house.

Ride a Cock Horse

Ride a cock horseTo Banbury Cross,To see a fine lady upon aWhite horse;With rings on her fingersAnd bells on her toes,She shall have musicWherever she goes.

Twit Twooo!

The owl is flying, rising, gliding high,His feathers skim the treetop line;Then he crosses the moons huge circleLike his eyes, a golden shine.Tiny creatures scamper home againAnd hide from owls keen stare;His great wings spread like a feather kiteAs he soars through the misty air.

Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating her curds and whey;Along came a spider,Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Its Raining, Its Pouring

Its raining, its pouring,The old man is snoring.He went to bedAnd bumped his head,And couldnt get upIn the morning!

Cobbler, Cobbler

Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,Get it done by half past two;Stitch it up, and stitch it down,And Ill give you a half a crown.

Diddle, Diddle Dumpling

Diddle, diddle, dumpling,My son John,Went to bedWith his trousers on;One shoe off, And one shoe on,Diddle, diddle, dumpling,My son John!