There once was a man named McMurray
Whose face was really quite furry
Whenever he shaved, his whiskers he saved
Unless he was in a great hurry
Rhymes for children and those who think like them.
There once was a man named McMurray
Whose face was really quite furry
Whenever he shaved, his whiskers he saved
Unless he was in a great hurry
The witch is dead
Let’s shave her head
And make a broom with her hair
And every time
The clock strikes nine
We’ll sweep the whole town square
Old Mother Hubbard
Sat in her cupboard
Eating her curds and whey
She fell down
And broke her crown
And the dish and the spoon ran away