Bee, a bee, a bumblebee

Bee, a bee, a bumblebee
Stung a man upon his knee
And a hog upon his snout,
I'll be dogged if you ain't out!

This STICK will TELL

This STICK will TELL the ONE we CHOOSE
To BE the LORD in SHINing SHOES
To RUle LANDS both NEAR and FAR
The STICK says YOU will BE King THAR!

Under the ocean, green and deep
Lie the fishes fast asleep,
Under the arm and over the shoe,
Tap on the head, and out goes YOU!

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo,
Catch a tiger by his toe.
If he hollers, make him pay
Fifty dollars every day.
My Mother says to pick this one;
O-U-T spells out goes you,
Right in the middle of the red, white and blue.

One for sorrow, two for mirth

(taken from The Folklore of Birds, by Laura C. Martin, 1993)

One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil's own sel'.

Five Rosy Apples

Five rosy apples by the cottage door,
One tumbled off a twig and then there were four.

Four rosy apples by the cottage door,
The farmer’s wife took one and then there were three.

Three rosy apples by the cottage door,
I think I’ll have one and then there’ll be two.

Two rosy apples hanging in the sun,
You have the big one and that will leave one.

One rosy apple, soon it is gone.
The wind blew it off the branch and now there are none.