There were once two cats of Kilkenny.
Each thought there was one cat too many;
So they fought and they fit,
And they scratched and they bit,
Till, excepting their nails,
And the tips of their tails,
Instead of two cats, there weren’t any.
Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy
Who looks after the sheep?
He's under a haystack,
He's fast asleep!
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot, ninedays old;
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
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