Hickety, Pickety, My Black Hen
Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay. Sometimes nine and sometimes ten,
Hickety, pickety, my black hen.
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
Baa, Baa, black sheep, Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full;
One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who
lives down the lane.
