Nursery Rhymes:

Hickety, Pickety my Black Hen

 

 

Hickety, Pickety

 

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,

She struts around and around again

I wonder will she lay me an egg?

Cos if she don’t I’ll roast her leg

 

 

 

 

Don’t be a Gadabout!

If you chose to walk alone,

Down country lanes far from home,

Don’t be shocked if someone jumps out,

To say ‘hello’ to the gadabout,

Who strolls around like he owns the place,

Each yard and inch each wall and gate.

You might now say, ‘That’s him, not me,

Who has a problem with affinity.’

But I tell you this, in truth, steer clear,

From spots remote in park or weir,

And if you chose to heed my call,

Your life will be good; you will not fall.

 

 

 

Mary had a ‘little’ Lamb

Mary had a ‘little’ lamb so round, so fat, so plump,

It tried to follow her everywhere but it couldn’t even jump.

 

One day while she was not at home it opened up the door,

And trotted off down the road to find its Mary, dear.

 

Despite it searching high and low the poor lamb could not see,

That Mary had eloped; she’d gone, with Jill’s young Jack, hee hee!

 

 

 

Ring, a Ring, a Rosies...

 

Ring, a ring, a rosies,

A pocketful of posies,

Atichoo atichoo,

We all fall down. .

 

Dancing round the garland,

Children all a starving,

Atichoo atichoo,

We all fall down.

 

Ring, a ring, a rosies,

A pocketful of posies,

Atichoo atichoo,

We all fall down.

 

Lying in our bedsteads,

Stay there till we’re all dead,

Atichoo atichoo,

We all fell down,

Atichoo atichoo,

We all fell down.

 

 

 

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