Fishes

Fishes, fishes in a brook,
Daddy will catch them with a hook;
Mummy will fry them in a pan,
And Johnny will eat them like a man!

Incy Wincy Spider

Incy Wincy spider climbed up the waterspout,
Down came the rain and washed the spider out;
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain,
So Incy Wincy spider climbed up the spout again.