Rhyme Time

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Up
stairs and downstairs in his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows, crying through the lock,
"Are the children all in bed? For It’s past 8 o’clock."

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.

(I’m sorry, I can’t help myself. He’s my little piggy).

 
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse.
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

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