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