Pease porridge hot!
Pease porridge cold!
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
I like it in the pot
Nine days old!
Pease porridge hot!
Pease porridge cold!
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
I like it in the pot
Nine days old!
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.
Bye, baby bunting,
Father’s gone a-hunting,
Mother’s gone a-milking,
Sister’s gone a-silking,
And brother’s gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, big fat hen
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.
