Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had some chicks,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a chick-chick here,
and a chick-chick there,
Here a chick, there a chick,
everywhere a chick-chick
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had some ducks,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a quack-quack here,
and a quack-quack there,
Here a quack, there a quack,
everywhere a quack-quack
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had a cat,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a meow-meow here,
and a meow-meow there,
Here a meow, there a meow,
everywhere a meow-meow
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had a dog,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a woof-woof here,
and a woof-woof there
Here a woof, there a woof,
everywhere a woof-woof
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had some sheep,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a baa-baa here,
and a baa-baa there,
Here a baa, there a baa,
everywhere a baa-baa
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had some cows,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a moo-moo here,
and a moo-moo there
Here a moo, there a moo,
everywhere a moo-moo
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had some pigs,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a snort-snort here,
and a snort-snort there
Here a snort, there a snort,
everywhere a snort-snort
Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!

Old MacDonald had a farm,
Ee a ee a oh!
And on that farm he had a horse,
Ee a ee a oh!
With a neigh-neigh here,
and a neigh-neigh there
Here a neigh, there a neigh,
everywhere a neigh-neigh
Old MacDonald had a farm
Ee a ee a oh!

Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon, the spoon,
The dish ran away with the spoon.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon, the spoon,
The dish ran away with the spoon.

Incy Wincy spider
went up the water spout
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out
Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain
Now Incy Wincy spider
went up the spout again!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Incy Wincy spider
went up the water spout
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out
Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain
Now Incy Wincy spider
went up the spout again!

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them.
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.

Pussycat, pussycat,
Where have you been?
I've been to London
To visit the Queen.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Pussycat, pussycat,
What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.

Clap your hands now!

The wheels on the bus go
round and round
Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the bus
go round and round
All day long.

The wipers on the bus go
"Swish, swish, swish,
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish"
The wipers on the bus go
"Swish, swish, swish"
All day long.

The door on the bus goes open and shut
Open and shut, open and shut
The door on the bus goes open and shut
All day long

The horn on the bus goes
"Beep, beep, beep
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep"
The horn on the bus goes"Beep, beep, beep"
All day long.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Clap your hands again!

The diesel on the bus goes
"Glug, glug, glug
Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug"
The diesel on the bus goes
"Glug, glug, glug"
All day long

The money on the bus goes
"Clink, clink, clink,
Clink, clink, clink, clink, clink, clink"
The money on the bus goes
"Clink, clink, clink"
All day long.

The baby on the bus goes,"Wah, wah, wah!
Wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah!"
The baby on the bus goes,"Wah, wah, wah!"
All day long.

The wheels on the bus
go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
All day long.


Clap your hands!

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, Sometimes ten,
Hickety, pickety, my black hen

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, Sometimes ten,
Hickety, pickety, my black hen

Miss Polly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick,
So she called for the doctor
To be quick, quick, quick;
The doctor came
With his bag and his hat,
And he knocked at the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head,
And he said "Miss Polly,
Put her straight to bed."
He wrote out a paper
For a pill, pill, pill,
"I'll be back in the morning
With the bill, bill, bill."

Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear.
One step, two step,
Tickle you under there!

Words: Traditional
Music: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear.
One step, two step,
Tickle you under there!

Patient: Hi kids,
do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
This is what I have
to put up with each and every day.

Patient: Doctor, doctor!
Doctor: Yes,
how can I be of assistance?
Patient: My ears!
Doctor: My oh my!
Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em
in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you toss them over your shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Do your ears hang low?

Patient:
Yes my ears hang low
They do wobble to and fro
I can tie them in a knot
I can tie them in a bow
I can toss them over my shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Yes my ears hang low
What are you gonna do about it?

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Doctor:
How dare you!
Have I already asked you this?
Patient: You're standing on my ears!
Doctor: Ups

Do your ears hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you toss them over your shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Do your ears hang low?

Patient:
Yes my ears hang low
They can wobble to and fro
I can tie them in a knot
I can tie them in a bow
I can toss them over my shoulder
Like a continental soldier
Yes my ears hang low

Doctor: Oh they do hang low
Patient: Yes my ears hang low
They don't hang low, do they?
Doctor: Oh yes, they do.
Next please!

Peter Rabbit's got
A fly upon his nose
Peter Rabbit's got
A fly upon his nose
Peter Rabbit's got
A fly upon his nose
So he flipped it and he
Flapped it and
The fly flew away

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Floppy ears and curly whiskers
Floppy ears and curly whiskers
Floppy ears and curly whiskers
So he flipped it and he
Flapped it and the fly flew away

Heyla!

Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.
Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.

Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla,
oh-ho,
Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla, oh.
Heyla!

Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.
Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.
Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla,
oh-ho,

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla, oh.

Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha

Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.
Ging gang goolie goolie goolie goolie
watcha,
Ging gang goo, ging gang goo.

Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla,
oh-ho,
Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla,
oh-ho,
Hayla, hayla shayla, hayla shayla, shayla, oh.
Ging gang goolie watcha
Ging gang goolie watcha

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
Baker's man!
Bake us a cake
As fast as you can,
Mix it and prick it
And mark it with B,
And there will be plenty
For baby and me.

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
Baker's man!
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can,
Roll it up and roll it up
And throw it in the pan
Pat a cake, pat a cake,
Baker's man!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
Baker's man!
Bake us a cake
As fast as you can,
Mix it and prick it
And mark it with T,
And there will be enough
For baby and me.

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
Baker's man!
Bake us a cake
As fast as you can,
Mix it and prick it
And mark it with B,
And there will be plenty
For baby and me.

There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden,
And his name is Wiggly Woo.
There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden
And all that he can do
Is wiggle all day
And wiggle all night
The neighbours say
What a terrible fright!
There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden,
And his name is Wiggly Woo

There's a snail at the
Bottom of my garden,
And her name is Slippery Sue.
There's a snail at the
Bottom of my garden
And all that she can do
Is slither all night
And slither all day
And when she goes
She's got somewhere to stay
There's a snail at the
Bottom of my garden,
And her name is Slippery Sue

Let's go and look for some
Snails and some worms!

There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden,
And his name is Wiggly Woo.
There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden
And all that he can do
wiggle all day
And wiggle all night
The neighbours say
What a terrible terrible
Terrible fright!
There's a worm at the
Bottom of my garden,
And his name is Wiggly
Wig Wig Wiggly,
Wig Wig Wiggly Woo





Words & Music: Traditional
Additional Lyrics: Ian J Watts/Pete Bradbury
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Down in the jungle
Where nobody goes
There's a great big gorilla
Washing his clothes
With a rub-a-dub here
A rub-a-dub there
That's the way he washes his clothes
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
That's the way he washes his clothes

Down in the jungle
Where nobody goes
There's a slithery snake
Washing his clothes
With a rub-a-dub here
A rub-a-dub there
That's the way he washes his clothes
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
That's the way he washes his clothes

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Mike Wilbury

Down in the jungle
Where nobody goes
There's a great big crocodile
Washing his clothes
With a rub-a-dub here
A rub-a-dub there
That's the way he washes his clothes
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
That's the way he washes his clothes

Down in the jungle
Where nobody goes
There's a great big elephant
Washing his clothes
With a rub-a-dub here
A rub-a-dub there
That's the way he washes his clothes
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
Diddle-I-Dee, a boogie boogie woogie
That's the way he washes his clothes

(We've got our hammers
and we're going to
have some fun.
We're going to pick up
our first hammer
and we're going to do
some work.
Here we go)

Peter hammers with one hammer,
One hammer, one hammer
Peter hammers with one hammer
All day long

(That's very good.
Now we're going to do it
again with two hammers,
pick up our second
hammer and use both hands
and off we go together)

Peter hammers with two hammers
Two hammers, two hammers
Peter hammers with two hammers
All day long

(Now we are going to use our third hammer,
hammer number three,
one in each hand and
we're going to use a foot, too)

Peter hammers with three hammers
Three hammers, three hammers
Peter hammers with three hammers
All day long

(We are working hard.
Now we are going to
use our fourth hammer,
hammer number four,
one in each hand
and one on each foot, too)

Words & Music: Traditional
Additional Lyrics: Ian J Watts/Pete Bradbury
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Peter hammers with four hammers
Four hammers, four hammers
Peter hammers with four hammers
All day long

(Hammer number five,
our fifth hammer.
We've used our
two hands,
we've used our two feet,
what are we going to use now?
Should we nod our head?)

Peter hammers with five hammers
Five hammers, five hammers
Peter hammers with five hammers
All day long

We've used five hammers,
one, two, three, four, and five!
That was tiring, wasn't it?

Peter's very tired now,
tired now, tired now,
Peter's very tired now,
So he's going to sleep

(snoring)

(Oh, he's going to sleep.
Be careful not to
wake him...
Oh, what's that?
We've woken
him up.
Maybe he'll hammer again)

Peter’s waking up now,
Up now,
up now
Peter’s waking up now
and now he's hammering again
Oh, we've done
a lot of hammering today,
Well done, everyone!

(Come on lad, what are you made of?
Muscles!)
(Snips and snails*, and puppy dogs' tails
Sugar and spice and all things nice
Sighs and cheers, and crocodile tears
Ribbons and laces, and sweet pretty faces)

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
"Snips and snails*,
and puppy dogs' tails
That's what little boys are made of !"

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!"


Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

What are young men made of?
What are young men made of?
Sighs and cheers,
and crocodile tears
And that are young men made of.

What are young women made of?
What are young women made of?
Ribbons and laces,
and sweet pretty faces,
And that are young women made of.

(Sighs and cheers, and crocodile tears
Ribbons and laces, and sweet pretty faces
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails
Sugar and spice and all things nice)

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
"Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails
That's what little boys are made of !"

Desperate Dan,
The scruffy old man,
Washed his face
In a frying pan;
Combed his hair
With a leg of a chair;
Desperate Dan,
The scruffy old man.

Desperate Dan,
The scruffy old man,
Washed his face
In a frying pan;
Combed his hair
With a leg of a chair;
Desperate Dan,
The scruffy old man.

Horsey horsey, don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Your tail goes swish
And the wheels go round
Giddy up, we're homeward bound.

Farmer Grey's got a one horse shay
He takes to town
on market day
Coming home when
the lights are low
He sings his song
as away they go.
You don't need the whip
no goodness knows
You don't need the whip
so I'll take a doze alright
We ain't in a hustle,
We ain't in a bustle
So don't go tearing up the road
We ain't in a hurry,
We ain't in a flurry
And we ain't got a heavy load

Horsey, Horsey don't you stop
Just let your feet go clippetty clop
Your tail goes swish
And the wheels go round
Giddy up we're homeward bound.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Horsey horsey on your way
We've done that journey many a day
Your tail goes swish
And the wheels go round
Giddy up we're homeward bound.
You don't need the whip
No goodness knows
You don't need the whip
So I'll take a little doze alright
We ain't in a hustle,
We ain't in a bustle
So don't go tearing up the road
We ain't in a hurry,
We ain't in a flurry
And we ain't got a heavy load
Horsey horsey on your way
We've done
this journey many a day
Your tail goes swish
And the wheels go round
Giddy up we're homeward bound.

Horsey horsey, don't you stop
Just let your feet
go clippetty clop
Your tail goes swish
And the wheels go round
Giddy up, we're homeward bound.
You don't need the whip
no goodness knows
You don't need the whip
so I'll take a doze alright

Pease pudding hot,
Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Pease pudding hot,
Pease pudding cold,
Pease pudding in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.

Hickory Dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down,
Hickory Dickory dock.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury
Orchestral Arrangement: Rick Benbow

Hickory Dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down,
Hickory Dickory dock.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, tick tock,
Tick tock, tick tock.