Three Blind Mice
　　Three blind mice, three blind mice.
　　See how they run, see how they run.
　　They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
　　She cut off their tails with a carving knife.
　　Did you ever see such a sight in your life.
　　As three blind mice?
　　
　　
　　 This old man
　　This old man, he played one. He played knick-knack on my thumb
　　.(Chorus) With a knick-knack, patty-whack. Give a dog a bone.
　　This old man, he played two. He played knick-knack on my shoe
　　This old man, he played three. He played knick-knack on my knee.
　　This old man, he played four. He played knick-knack on my door.
　　This old man, he played five. He played knick-knack on my hive.
　　This old man, he played six. He played knick-knack on my sticks.
　　This old man, he played seven. He played knick-knack up to heaven.
　　This old man, he played eight. He played knick-knack on my gate.
　　This old man, he played nine. He played knick-knack on my line.
　　This old man, he played ten. He played knick-knack over again
　　
　　
　　
　　 Ten Little Indians
　　One little, two little, three little Indians: Four little, five little, six little Indians;
　　Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians; Ten little Indian boys.
　　Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians; Seven little, six little, five little Indians;
　　Four little, three little, tow little Indians; One little Indian boy.
　　
　　
　　 The mail must go through
　　When you mail a letter, you can send it anywhere.
　　On foot, by truck, by airplane. The postman gets it there.
　　So write a letter to a friend, Maybe she’ll write you.
　　No matter what, you always know.
　　The mail must go through.
　　Chorus
　　The mail must go through. The mail must go through.
　　No matter if it rains or snows.
　　The mail must go through. The mail must go through.
　　The mail must go through. No matter it rains or snows
　　The mail must go through.
　　Some folks live in a city, some live in a little town.
　　Even if you live out on a farm. There’s a post man making his rounds.
　　So mail someone a letter, even just a card will do.
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　 The Hokey Pokey
　　You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out.
　　You put your right foot in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out.
　　You put your left foot in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　You put your right hand in, you put your right hand out.
　　You put your right hand in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　You put your left hand in, you put your left hand out.
　　You put your left hand in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　You put your head in, you put your head out.
　　You put your head in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　You put your whole self in, you put your whole self out.
　　You put your whole self in, and you shake it all about.
　　You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around.
　　That’s what it’s all about.
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　 Take me out to the ball game
　　Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the crowd.
　　Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks.
　　I don’t’ care if ever get back.
　　‘Cause it’s root, root, root for the home team.
　　If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
　　For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out at the old ball game.
　　
　　
　　
　　 The Green Grass Grew all around
　　There a hold in the middle of the ground.
　　The prettiest hold that you ever did see. Well, a hole in the ground.
　　CHORUS
　　And the green grass grew all around and around.
　　And the green grass grew all around.
　　And in this hole there was a root.
　　The prettiest root that you ever did see.
　　Well, the root in the hole and the hole in the ground.
　　And on this root there was a tree.
　　The prettiest tree that you ever did see.
　　Well, the tree on the root and the root in the hole.
　　And the hole in the ground.
　　And on this tree there was a branch,
　　The prettiest branch that you ever did see.
　　Well, a branch on the tree and the tree on the root.
　　And the root in the hole and the hole in the ground.
　　And on this branch there was a twig.
　　The prettiest twig that you ever did see.
　　Well, the twig on the branch and the branch on the tree.
　　And the tree on the root and the root in the hole
　　And the hole in the ground.
　　Well, on this twig there was a nest.
　　The prettiest nest that you ever did see.
　　Well, a nest on the twig.
　　And the twig on the branch and the branch on the tree.
　　And the tree on the root and root in the hole.
　　And the hole in the ground.
　　And in this nest there was an egg.
　　The prettiest egg that you ever did see.
　　Well, the egg in the nest and the nest on the twig.
　　And the twig on the branch and the branch on the tree.
　　And the tree on the root and the root in the hole. And the hole in the ground.
　　And in this egg there was a bird.
　　The prettiest bird that you ever did see.
　　Well, the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest.
　　And the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch.
　　And the branch on the tree and the tree on the root.
　　And the root in the hole and the hole in the ground.
　　And on this bird there was a wing.
　　The prettiest wing that you ever did see.
　　Well, the wing on the bird.
　　And the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest.
　　And the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch.
　　And the branch on the tree and the tree on the root.
　　And the root in the hole and the hole in the ground.
　　And on this wing there was a feather.
　　The prettiest feather that you ever did see.
　　Well, the feather on the wing and the wing on the bird.
　　And the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest.
　　And the nest on the twig and the twig on the branch.
　　And the branch on the tree and the tree on the root.
　　And the root in the hole and the hole in the ground
　　
　　
　　
　　 Row, row, row your boat
　　Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream.
　　Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　 Old Macdonald
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　And on that farm he had some Chicks. E-I-E-I-O.
　　With a chick-chick here. And a chick-chick there.
　　Here a chick. There a chick. Everywhere a chick.
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　And on that farm he had some cows. E-I-E-I-O.
　　With a moo-moo here. And a moo-moo there.
　　Here a moo. There a moo. Everywhere a moo-moo.
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　And on that farm he had some ducks. E-I-E-I-O.
　　With a quack-quack here. And a quack-quack there.
　　Here a quack. There a moo. Everywhere a quack-quack.
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　And on that farm he had some pigs. E-I-E-I-O.
　　With a oink-oink there. And a oink-oink there.
　　Here a oink, there a oink. Everywhere a oink-baa.
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　And on that farm he had some dogs. E-I-E-I-O.
　　With a bow-bow here. And a bow-bow there.
　　Here a bow. There a bow. Everywhere a bow-bow.
　　Old Macdonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　
　　 Oh, Susanna!
　　Oh, I come from Alabama my banjo on my knee.
　　And I’m going to Louisiana, my true love for to see.
　　Wee, it rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry.
　　The sun to hot, I froze to death.
　　Susanna, don’t you cry.
　　Oh, susanna! Oh, don’t your cry for me.
　　For I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee
　　Mary had a little Lamb
　　Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
　　Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow.
　　And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went.
　　Everywhere that Mary went, the lam was sure to go.
　　It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day.
　　It followed her to school one day, that was against the rule.
　　It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play.
　　Why does the lamb love Mary so, mary so, Mary so?
　　Why does the lamb love mary so? The eager children cry.
　　Why, Mary loves the lam, you know lamb, you know, lamb, you know.
　　Mary loves the lamb, you know, the teacher did reply
　　It ain't Gonna Rain no more
　　It ain’t gonna rain no more, no more
　　It ain’t gonna rain no more.
　　How in the heck can I wash my neck.
　　If it ain’t gonna rain no more?
　　In the good, old summer time
　　In the good, old summertime, in the good old summer time.
　　Strolling through, the shady lanes with your baby mine.
　　You hold her hand and she hold yours. And that’s a very good sign.
　　That she’s your tootsie-wootsie, in the good, old summertime