Jack & Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool, Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame, One for the little boy who lives down the lane
Incy Wincy spider
Incy Wincy spider climb up the water spout, Down came the rain and washed poor Incy out
Out came the sunshine and dried up all the rain, So Incy Wincy spider went up the spout again
Frere Jacques
Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, Dormez-vous, dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines, Ding-dang-dong, ding-dang-dong
Row row row your boat
Row row row your boat gently down the steam
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily life is just a dream
The wheels on the bus
The wheels on the bus go round and round, Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round, All through the town
All through the town
Three blind mice, three blind mice, See how they run, see how they run
They all ran after the farmers wife She cut off their tails with a carving knife
Did you ever see such a thing in your life As three blind mice
Five little ducks
Five little ducks went out one day, Over the hill and far away
Mother duck said “Quack, quack, quack, quack.” But only four little ducks came back
I'm a little teapot
I'm a little teapot, short and stout, Here is my handle, here is my spout
I'm a clever teapot, yes it's true, Here's an example of what I can do
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout, Just tip me over and pour me out!
I can change my handle to my spout, Just tip me over and pour me out
The grand old Duke of York
Oh the grand old Duke of York He had ten thousand men
And when they were up they were up, And when they were down they were down
He marched them up to the top of the hill And he marched them down again
And when they were only half way up They were neither up nor down
Sing a song of sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie
The King was in his counting house, counting out his money The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
When the pie was opened they all began to sing, Now, wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes When down came a black bird and pecked off her nose