Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Grass is green,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Grass is green,
And so are you.
Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy,
Who lives down the lane.
Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy,
Who lives down the lane.
Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And mama will catch you cradle and all.
Baby is drowsing cozy and fair,
Mother sits near in her rocking chair.
Forward and back the cradle she swings,
And though baby sleeps he hears what she sings.
From the high rooftops down to the sea,
Noone's as dear as baby to me.
Wee little fingers eyes wide and bright,
Now sound asleep till morning light.
Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And mama will catch you cradle and all.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the queen.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the queen.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Grass is green,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Grass is green,
And so are you.
Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy,
Who lives down the lane.
Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full.
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy,
Who lives down the lane.
Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And mama will catch you cradle and all.
Baby is drowsing cozy and fair,
Mother sits near in her rocking chair.
Forward and back the cradle she swings,
And though baby sleeps he hears what she sings.
From the high rooftops down to the sea,
Noone's as dear as baby to me.
Wee little fingers eyes wide and bright,
Now sound asleep till morning light.
Rock a bye baby on the treetop,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And mama will catch you cradle and all.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the queen.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the queen.
Pussy Cat Pussy Cat what did you do there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.