This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
That worried the cat
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
I'm a little teapot short and stout,
here is my handle here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up then I shout,
"Tip me over and pour me out"
It's time to go to bed. What time is it?
It's time to go to bed. What time is it?
It's time to go to bed. I don't want to go to bed.
You have to go to bed. I don't want to go to bed .
You've got to go to bed. I don't want to go to bed.
You must go to bed. I don't want to go to bed.
I'm not sleepy I'm not sleepy.
It's time to get up. What time is it?
It's time to get up. What time is it?
It's time to get up. I don't want to get up.
You have to get up. I don't want to get up.
You've got to get up. I don't want to get up.
You must get up. I don't want to get up. .
I'm sleepy I'm sleepy.
Mable, mable,
Young and able,
Take your elbows,
Off the table.
My Grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor,
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Yet it weighed not a pennyweight more
It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS
Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick tock tick tock
His life's seconds numbering
Tick tock tick tock
But it stopped short,
Never to run again
When the old man died
In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy
For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
CHORUS:
My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Tick tock tick tock
Not a servant so faithful he'd found,
Tick tock tick tock
For it kept perfect time
And it had one desire
At the close of each day to be wound
At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face
At its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
It rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come
CHORUS:
Still the clock kept the time
Tick tock tick tock
With a soft and muffled chime
Tick tock tick tock
As we silently stood by his side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died
Open shut them Open shut them give a little clap clap clap,
Open shut them Open shut them, put them on your nose.
you are behind the chair,
Peek-a-boo, I see you,
I see you over there.
Rock-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.
It's time to go to bed, What time is it?
It's time to go to bed, What time is it?
It's time to go to bed, I don't want to go to bed.
You have to go to bed, I don't want to go to bed .
You've got to go to bed, I don't want to go to bed.
You must go to bed, I don't want to go to bed. I'm not sleepy I'm not sleepy.
It's time to get up, What time is it?
It's time to get up, What time is it?
It's time to get up, I don't want to get up.
You have to get up. I don't want to get up.
You've got to get up. I don't want to get up.
You must get up. I don't want to get up. I don't want
to get up. I'm sleepy I'm sleepy.
