
FINAL
RESEARCH
Three blind mice, see how they run
They all ran after the farmer’s wife, who cut off their tails with a carving knife
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed to see such a sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon
There was an old man whose nose
Most birds of the air could repose
But they all flew away at the closing of day
Three blind mice
She had so many children she didn’t know what to do
Here is my handle, here is my spout