Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rule;
I made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school.
And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.
And then he ran to her and laid,
His head upon her arm,
As if he said, 'I'm not afraid -
You'll shield me from all harm.'
'What makes the lamb love Mary so?'
The little children cry;
'O Mary loves the lamb, you know,'
The teacher did reply.
'And you each gentle animal,
In confidence may bind,
And make it follow at your call,
If you are always kind.
Mistress Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
DEEDLE, DEEDLE, DUMPLING
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,
He went to bed with his stockings on
One shoe off and one shoe on,
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
Pussycat, Pussycat, where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the Queen;
Pussycat, Pussycat, what did you there?
a little mouse
under a chair.