Lilla Petter Edderkopp, han klatret på min hatt. Så b'ynte de å regne, och Petter ned han datt. Så kom sola och skinte på min hatt. Da blev de liv i Edderkopp, som klatret på min hatt
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under a haycock fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I…
Little Tom Tucker, sing for your supper. What shall he sign for? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it without any knife? How shall he marry without any wife?