Wee Willie Winkie.

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children all in bed?
For it’s now eight o’clock.”   

What Are Little Boys Made of?

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What Are Little Girls Made of?

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice.
That’s what little girls are made of.

What the Robin Told.

The wind told the grasses
And the grasses told the trees.
The trees told the bushes
and the bushes told the bees.

The bees told the robin,
And the robin sang out clear;
Wake up! Wake up!
Spring is here!

Where Are You Going to my Pretty Maid?

Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
I’m going a-milking, sir, she said,

May I go with you, my pretty maid?
Yes, if you please Kind sir, she said,

What is your father, my pretty maid?
My father’s a farmer, sir, she said,

What is your fortune, my pretty maid?
My face is my fortune, sir, she said,

 Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid,
Nobody asked you, sir. she said.

Whether The Weather.

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot,
We’ll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not!