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.

Little Tommy Tucker...

Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper,
What shall we give him? Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without a knife?
How shall he marry without a wife?