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Ride a cook-horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
And she shall have music wherever she goes
Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed
To see such sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can
Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B
Put in the oven for baby and me
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score miles and ten
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again
If you heels are nimble and light
You may get there by candle-light
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails
And puppy-dogs 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 that’s nice
That’s what little girls are made of
