chinese mother goose

Lady-bug
Lady bug, ladybug, fly away, do.
Fly to the mountain ,and feed upon dew,
Feed upon dew. And sleep on a rug,
And then run away, run away like a good little bug.

Baby is sleeping
My baby is sleeping
My babe’s asleep,
My flow’r is resting,
I’ll give you a peep;
How cunning he looks
As he rests upon my arm!
My flow’r’s most charming of all them that charm.

What the Old Cow said
A sad old cow to herself once said ,
While the north wind whistled through her shed:
“To head a drum they will take my skin
And they’ll file my bones for a big hair pin,
The scraps of bone they will make into dice
And sell them off at a very low price,
My sinews they’ll make into whips, I wot. And my flesh they’ll put in a big soup pot.”

The Mouse
He climb’d up the candle stick, the little mousey brown , the little mousey brown,
To steal and eat tallow,
And he couldn’t get down and he couldn’t get down.
He call’d for his grandma,
But his grandma was in town, his grandma was in town,
So he doubled up into a wheel
And roll’d himself down.

Of what use is a Girl?
We keep a dog to watch the house,
And a pig is use useful too;
We keep a cat to catch a mouse,
But what can we do with a girl like you?

Pat a Cake
Pat a cake, pat a Cake, little girl fair,
There’s priest in the temple without any hair.
You take a tile, and I’ll take a brick,
And we’ll hit the old priest in the back of the neck.