Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top!
When the wind blows the cradle will rock!
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall—
Down will come baby, cradle and all!
One, two, buckle my shoe.
Three, four, shut the door.
Five, six, pick up sticks.
Seven, eight, lay them straight.
Nine, ten, a good fat hen.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I caught a hare alive.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I let her go again.