Moo, moo, brown cow

Moo, moo, brown cow,
Have you any milk?
Yes sir, yes sir,
For you Jack and Jill.
Churn it into butter,
Make it into cheese,
Or drink it from the glass,
As fresh as you please.

Jack and Jill went up the hill...

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up got Jack, and home did trot
As fast as he could caper
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper.