Yankee Doodle went to town

A-riding on a pony
He stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni

Chorus:
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step
and with the girls be handy!

Father and I went down to camp

Along with Captain Gooding
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty pudding.

Ding, dong, bell,

Pussy’s in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Flynn.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.[1]

Goosey goosey gander,

Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long

He pecks a few holes in a tree to see

If a redwood's really red

And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim

To peck a few holes in your head

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

Makes the other woodpeckers swoon

Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense

And the lady woodpeckers long for

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

That's the Woody Woodpecker song

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

Woody Woodpecker's serenade

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

On the woodpecker hit parade

Though he can't sing a note, there's a frog in his throat

All his top notes come out blurred

He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice

He gives all his rivals the bird

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

He'll be settlin' down some day

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

He'll be hearin' the preacher say

For the rest of your life you'll be Woody and wife

And the choir will sing along with

Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!

The Woody Woodpecker song

First Verse:
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane?

Second Verse:
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
That lives on Drury Lane.

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
 And frightened Miss Muffet away.[1]
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Wee Willie Winkie rhyme poem

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping at the window and crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds, it's past eight o'clock?
Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go

He followed her to school one day

School one day, school one day
He followed her to school one day
Which was against the rule
It made the children laugh and play
Laugh and play, laugh and play
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school

And so the teacher turned him out

Turned him out, turned him out
And so the teacher turned him out
But still he lingered near
And waited patiently
Patiently, patiently
And wai-aited patiently
Til Mary did appear
Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb, little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
Mary went, Mary went
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go

Doctor Foster went to Gloucester,

In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle,
Right up to his middle,
And never went there again
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain
and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.[2]

Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all