Jeremiah Obediah
Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown, Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock, Are the children in their beds,
For now it’s eight o’clock?”
Jeremiah Obediah puffs, puffs, puffs;
When he gets his messages, he snuffs, snuffs, snuffs;
When he goes to school by day, he roars, roars, roars;
And when he goes to bed at night, he snores, snores, snores.
It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
It’s raining, it’s pouring, The old man’s a-snoring. He went to bed
And bumped his head
And couldn’t get up in the morning.
Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
