Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full. One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane.
In a cottage in the woods,A little old man at the window stood;He saw a rabbit hopping byFrightened as could be. “Help me, help me, sir,” she said,“Before the huntsman
Cock-a-doodle-doo!My dame has lost her shoe!My master’s lost his fiddling stick,And knows not what to do. Cock-a-doodle-doo!What is my dame to do?Till master’s found his fiddling stick,She’ll dance without her
I’m a little teapot, short and stoutHere is my handle (hand on hip), here is my spout (other arm out straight)When I get all steamed up, hear me shoutJust tip