Counting out Rhymes 161
Because you stole your mother’s tea-pot lid.
Variation of the foregoing:—
As I climbed up the apple-tree,
All the apples fell on me,
Bake a pie, bake a pudden,
Did you ever tell a lie?
Yes, you did, you know you did,
You stole your mother’s teapot lid.
6
Red, white, and blue,
All out but you.
7
One, two, three,
Mother caught a flea.
Flea died,
And mother cried,
One, two, three.
8
Eggs, cheese, butter, bread;
Stick, stack, stone dead.
Stick ’em up, stick ’em down,
Stick em in the old man’s crown.
9
Little boy driving cattle,
Don't you hear his money rattle?
One, two, three, out goes he.
Or she as the case may be.
