My little Pink, I suppose you think, I cannot do without you, I'll let you know Before I go, How little I care about you. Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit, And all the dogs in our town shall have a bit. Saturday night shall be my whole care To powder my locks and curl my hair; On Sunday morning my love will come in And marry me then with a pretty gold ring. Dear Sensibility, O la! I heard a little lamb cry, baa! Says I, "So you have lost mamma?" "Ah!" The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the fields did go, And, frisking, trod upon my toe. "Oh!" Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old. Can you spell that with four letters? Yes, I can--T H A T. There was a man in our town And he was wond'rous wise, He jump'd into a bramble-bush, And scratch'd out both his eyes; And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jump'd into another bush, And scratch'd them in again. As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a thief with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose. Old mistress McShuttle Lived in a coal-scuttle, Along with her dog and her cat; What they ate I can't tell, But 'tis known very well, That none of the party were fat. Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg, Am I to gang ba-are-foot? Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my heart out. [To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be "screamed" out.] Pussy sits behind the log, How can she be fair? Then comes in the little dog, Pussy, are you there? So, so, dear mistress Pussy, Pray tell me how you do? I thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now. How many days has my baby to play? Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man! So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T, And then it will serve For Tommy and me. There was a man and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney top, And then they thought they had him. But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him: He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never look'd behind him. Ding--dong--bell, the cat's in the well, Who put her in? little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor pussy cat; Who never did him any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn. Lazy Tom with jacket blue, Stole his father's gouty shoe. The worst of harm that dad can wish him, Is his gouty shoe may fit him.