And never went there again.


DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on;
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.


JERRY HALL

Jerry Hall, he was so small,
A rat could eat him, hat and all.


LENGTHENING DAYS

As the days grow longer
The storms grow stronger.


THE BLACK HEN

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.