Three little kittens

Three little kittens,
They lost their mittens,

And they began to cry,
Oh, mother, dear,
We sadly fear,

Our mittens we have lost.
What! Lost your mittens,
You naughty kittens,

Then you shall have no pie.
Meow, meow...

Dance, Thumbkin, dance

Dance, Thumbkin, dance,
Dance, Thumbkin, dance;
Dance, ye merry men, every one:
But Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
Thumbkin, he can dance alone.

Hey, diddle, diddle

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.

If all the world was apple-pie

If all the world was apple-pie,
And all the sea was ink,
If all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we have to drink?

Old King Cole was a merry old soul

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler had a fiddle fine,
And a very fine fiddle had he, had he.
Tweedle dum, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
Tweedle dum dee, dum dee deedle dee.

Tweedle dum, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
Tweedle dum dee, dum dee deedle dee.

The Queen of Hearts

The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts
All on a summer's day.

The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts
And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts,
Called for the tarts
And beat the Knave full sore.

The Knave of Hearts,
Brought back the tarts
And vowed he'd steal no more.

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