Nursery Rhyme
A cat came dancing out of a barn
With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
She could sing nothing but, Fiddle cum fee,
The mouse has married the bumble-bee.
Pipe, cat; dance, mouse;
We'll have a wedding at our good house.
Nursery Rhyme
There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Nursery Rhyme
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty
The cat ran up the plum tree;
Half a crown
To fetch her down
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty.
Nursery Rhyme
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
Nursery Rhyme
Who's that ringing at my doorbell?
A little pussy cat that isn't very well.
Rub its little nose with a little mutton fat,
That's the best cure for a little pussy cat.
Nursery Rhyme
Dame trot and her cat
Sat down for a chat;
The Dame sat on this side
And puss sat on that.
Puss, says the Dame
Can you catch a rat
Or a mouse in the dark?
Purr, says the cat.
Nursery Rhyme
Six little mice sat down to spin;
Pussy passed by and she peeped in.
What are you doing, my little men?
Weaving coats for gentlemen.
Shall I come in and cut off your threads?
No, no, Mistress Pussy, you'd bite off our heads.
Oh, no, I'll not; I'll help you to spin.
That may be so, but don't you come in.
