Big Billy Bumpkin,
Was always thumping.
On his head he’d bang out a song.
He’d thump out his best,
His stomach the rest.
And he would merely sing along.
Nifty Nettie Floodles,
Loved crocheting noodles,
On this she would work all day.
She did her best,
Till Fred ate the rest,
So she switched to crocheting hay.
Little Molly Micken,
Who ate only chicken,
For every meal that’s all she had.
On her hair instead,
Grew feathers on her head,
From all the chicken which made her mad.
