The itsy bitsy spider
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out,
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,
And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout gain.
It’s raining, It’s pouring
It’s raining, It’s pouring,
The old man’s snoring;
He went to bed,
And bumped his head,
And couldn’t get up in the morning.
Intery, mintery, cutery, corn
Intery, mintery, cutery, corn,
Apple seed and briar thorn;
Wire, briar, limber lock,
Five geese in a flock,
Sit and sing by a spring,
O-U-T, and in again.
Incy wincy spider
Incy wincy spider
climbed up the water spout,
Down came the rain
and washed poor Incy out,
Out came the sun shine
and dried up all the rain,
And Incy Wincy spider
climbed up the spout again.
In winter, when the fields are white
In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring, when woods are getting green,
I’ll try and tell you what I mean.
In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you’ll understand the song.
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take a pen and ink, and write it down.
I sent a message to the fish:
I told them, ‘This is what I wish.’
The little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes’ answer was
‘We cannot do it, Sir, because—’
I sent to them again to say
‘It will be better to obey.’
The fishes answered, with a grin,
‘Why, what a temper you are in!’
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.
My heart went hop, my heart went thump:
I filled the kettle at the pump.
Then someone came to me and said,
‘The little fishes are in bed.’
I said to him, I said it plain,
‘Then you must wake them up again.’
I said it very loud and clear:
I went and shouted in his ear.
But he was very stiff and proud:
He said ‘You needn’t shout so loud!’
And he was very proud and stiff:
He said ‘I’d go and wake them, if–’
I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.
And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, BUT-
In the firelight
The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
And, like wing’d spirits, here and there
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
And as the shadows round me creep,
A childish treble breaks the gloom,
And softly from a further room
Comes: “Now I lay me down to sleep.”
And, somehow, with that little pray’r
And that sweet treble in my ears,
My thought goes back to distant years,
And lingers with a dear one there:
And as I hear my child’s amen,
My mother’s faith comes back to me–
Crouched at her side I seem to be,
And mother holds my hands again.
Oh, for an hour in that dear place–
Oh, for the peace of that dear time–
Oh, for that childish trust sublime–
Oh, for a glimpse of mother’s face!
Yet, as the shadows round me creep,
I do not seem to be alone–
Sweet magic of that treble tone
And “Now I lay me down to sleep!”
In the days of long ago
OH! what a happy time, ‘tis said,
When good Queen Bertha spun her thread!
For in that wonder-working day
The doctors cured, nor asked for pay;
The lawyers, men of great renown,
When pleading wore no wig and gown;
And kings who lived at that time, too,
Had very little else to do
Than eat four hearty meals a day,
Then simply fold their arms, they say;
But then this all took place, ‘tis said,
When good Queen Bertha spun her thread!
In Spring I look gay
In Spring I look gay,
Decked in comely array,
In Summer more clothing I wear;
When colder it grows,
I fling off my clothes,
And in Winter quite naked appear.
In marble walls as white as milk
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghol,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
In marble halls as white as milk
In marble halls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
In jumping and tumbling
In jumping and tumbling
We spend the whole day,
Till night by arriving
Has finished our play.
What then? One and all,
There’s no more to be said,
As we tumbled all day,
So we tumble to bed.
In April
In April come he will;
In May he sings all day;
In June he changes his tune;
In July he makes ready to fly;
In August go he must.
In a village where I’ve been
In a village where I’ve been
They keep their Parson on a Green.
They tie him to a juniper tree,
And bring him currant bread for tea.
A jollier man I’ve never seen
Than the one on Parson’s Green.
In a cottage in a wood
In a cottage in a wood,
A little old man at the window stood.
Saw a rabbit running by,
Knocking at the door.
“Help me, help me please,” he said,
“Before that gunman shoots me dead!”
“Come little rabbit, come with me.
How happy we will be.”
I’m a little teapot
I’m a little teapot short and stout,
Here is my handle, here is my spout,
When I get all steamed up hear me shout,
Tip me over and pour me out.
I’m a Dingly Dangly Scarecrow
I’m a Dingly Dangly Scarecrow.
With a flippy floppy hat.
I can shake my hands like this.
I can shake my feet like that.
I’ll tell you a story
I’ll tell you a story
About Jack-a-Nory:
And now my story’s begun.
I’ll tell you another
About his brother:
And now my story is done.
I’ll sing
I’ll sing you a song,
Though not very long,
Yet I think it as pretty as any.
Put your hand in your purse,
You’ll never be worse,
And give the poor singer a penny.
If you’re happy
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands.
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands.
If you’re happy and you know it
and you really want to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands.
If you’re happy and you know it
Stamp your feet.
If you’re happy and you know it
Stamp your feet.
If you’re happy and you know it
and you really want to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it
Stamp your feet.
If you’re happy and you know it
Shout we are.
If you’re happy and you know it
Shout we are.
If you’re happy and you know it
and you really want to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it
Shout we are.
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands, stamp your feet, shout we are.
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands, stamp your feet, shout we are.
If you’re happy and you know it
and you really want to show it,
If you’re happy and you know it
Clap your hands, stamp your feet, shout we are.
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