Two little dickie birds,
Sitting on a wall;
One named Peter,
The other named Paul.
Fly away, Peter!
Fly away, Paul!
Come back, Peter!
Come back, Paul!

How to juggle.
How to hop.
How to make
my knuckles pop.

How to whinny.
How to cluck.
How to talk
like Donald Duck.

How to wiggle
both my ears.
How to fake
convincing tears.

How to yo-yo.
Capture flies.
Roll my tongue
and cross my eyes.

How to make a
piggy snout.
How to make
my eyes bug out.

That's a list
of all the cool
stuff I learned
to do in school.

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives
down the lane.

Anyone can see
Of all the grades that be
The very best is three
Or so it seems to me.
Though sometimes grade four,
(That great and crashing bore),
Says the're better more
(Cause Three is less than Four.)
But the're not,
Cause they've not got
Threeness
Which is next to genius.

Mrs. Payne
Had a class
Which,
What a pain!
She wouldn't pass!
So Mrs Payne,
Tough as leather,
Kept them in
Kindergarten
Forever!

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