Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie:
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing;
And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;
The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird and nipt off her nose.


Lady-bird, Lady-bird
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.


One, Two--buckle my shoe;
Three, Four--open the door;
Five, Six--pick up sticks;
Seven, Eight--lay them straight;
Nine, Ten--a good fat hen.
Eleven, Twelve--I hope you're well;
Thirteen, Fourteen--draw the curtain;
Fifteen, Sixteen--the maid's in the kitchen;
Seventeen, Eighteen--she's in waiting.
Nineteen, Twenty--my stomach's empty.


Snail, Snail,
Come out of your hole,
Or else I'll beat you black as a coal.