Nursery Tale

All around the houses, see the children run

See their happy faces, it seems they're having fun

Ring-a-ring-a-roses and a pocketful of flowers

Singing lots of nursery rhymes to pass away the hours



And sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye

Four and twenty blackbirds were flying in the sky

The children stopped their playing and looked into the air

And four and twenty blackbirds were coming very near



And as the birds drew nearer, the louder was their song

And bitter was their music and bitter was their song

And little Timmy Johnson, he got to fret and frown

Bless you, bless you, we all fall down



Little boy blue, don't blow your horn

There's no cow in the corn

Where is the boy who looks after the sheep

He's under the rubble fast asleep