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Why do you cry, Willy?
Why do you cry?
Why, Willy? Why, Willy?
Why Willy? Why?

Where is Thumbkin?
Where is Thumbkin?
Here I am!
How are you today, sir?
Very well, I thank you!
Run away!

The singers sang a nice song – 
Ting-a-long, ting-a-long.
A nice song the singers sang – 
Ting-a-lang, ting-a-lang.

Tip, tip, toe, here we go;
Tip, tip, toe, quiet, slow;
Tip, tip, toe, across the floor;
Tip, tip, toe, by Mother’s door.

Val and Mary live in the country,
Where the houses are very small.
Victor and Sam live in the town,
Where the houses are very tall.

All the pretty little horses
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby,
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses,
Blacks and days, dapples and grays,
Coach and six-a-little horses.
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.

Yesterday on the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I hope he is going to go away!

Trees in the forest
Stood, stood, stood.
Along came a man
For wood, wood, wood.
He picked up his axe,
Chop, chop, chop.
Down fell the trees,
Drop, drop, drop.

Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs, and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers!
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Hickory, dickory, dock
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory, dickory, dock.

Mr. Lynn is very thin,
Mr. Pratt is very fat,
Mr. Cort is very short,
Mr. Hall is very tall,
Mr. Gold is very old,
Mr. Sung is very young.
Who is thin? – Mr. Lynn.
Who is fat? – Mr. Pratt.
Who is short? – Mr. Cort.
Who is tall? – Mr. Hall.
Who is old? – Mr. Gold.
Who is young? – Mr. Sung.

Hickety pickety, my black hen
Hickety pickety, my black hen,
She lay's eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, sometimes ten,
Hickety pickety, my black hen.

Ding dong bell
Ding, dong bell,
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm
And killed the mice in his father's barn.


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