MY little baby,little boy blue,

Is as sweet as sugar and cinnamon too;
Isn't this precious darling of ours
Sweeter than dates and cinnamon flowers?

THE small-footed girl
With the sweet little smile,

She loves to eat sugar
And sweets all the while.
Her money's all gone
And because she can't buy,
She holds her small feet
While she sits down to cry.

ON the top of a mountain

A hemp stock was growing,

And up it a cricket was climbing.

I said to him, "Cricket,

Oh where are you going?"

He answered: "I'm going out dining."

WE keep a dog to watch the house,

A pig is useful, too;

We keep a cat to catch a mouse,

But what can we do

With a girl like you?

FIRE- fly, fire-fly,

Come from the hill,

Your father and mother

Are waiting here still;

They've brought you some sugar,

Some candy and meat,

Come quick, or I'll give it

To baby to eat.

THERE'S a cow on the mountain."

The old saying goes,

On her legs are four feet;

On her feet are eight toes;

Her tail is behind

On the end of her back,

And her head is in front

On the end of her neck.