Five little Girls, sitting on a form, Five little Girls, with lessons to learn, Five little Girls, who, I'm afraid, Won't know them a bit when they have to be said.
Little Blue Shoes Mustn't go Very far alone, you know Else she'll fall down, Or, lose her way; Fancy--what Would mamma say? Better put her little hand Under sister's wise command....
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow All you little boys and girls come and see the show. One--two--three, the Cat runs up the tree; But the little Bird he flies away-- "She hasn't got me!"
With Roses red Roses, We'll pelt her with Roses, And Lilies white Lilies we'll drop at her feet; The little Queen's coming, The people are running The people are running to greet and to meet. ...