Ladybug ladybug fly away home, Your house in on fire and your children are gone, All except one and that's little Ann, For she crept under the frying pan.
Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.
As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
An apple a day keeps the doctor away Apple in the morning - Doctor's warning Roast apple at night - starves the doctor outright Eat an apple going to bed - knock the doctor on the head Three each day, seven days a week - ruddy apple, ruddy cheek