The Pumpkin Eater
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
Hush-a-bye, Baby
Hush-a-bye, baby,
Daddy is near;
Mamma is a lady,
And that’s very clear.
Birds of a Feather
BIRDS of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Cock-a-Doodle-Do
Oh, my pretty cock! Oh, my handsome cock!
I pray you, do not crow before day,
And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver so gray.