Finikin, Winikin, Wo
Finikin, winikin, wo,
I think we shall have some snow;
And Charley and Ned
Must have a new sled,
Finikin, winikin, wo!
Sing a Song of Sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the King?
The King was in the counting-house, counting out
The Quenn was in the parlour, eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes;
When down came a little bird and snapped off her nose!
I kid you not. Nursery rhymes.