Who wants to play nursery rhyme segue?

[Thistledew]

I amuse myself when singing nursery rhymes to DD by making one nursery rhyme segue to the next by some sort of theme. So for instance, I might start with London Bridge is Falling Down, then go:

London's Burning (London connection)
Jack and Jill (water)
Miss Polly had a Dolly (medical treatment)
Polly put the kettle on (Polly)
I'm a little tea pot (tea)

And on the basis that I find 'I'm a little tea pot' to be a tough one to follow on from, who wants to play? Just add the song that you would go to from the previous poster's suggestion.

Chick Chick Chick chicken lay a little egg for me.
Chick chick chick chicken I want one for my tea.
I haven’t had one since breakfast and now it’s half past three, so. Chick chick chick chicken lay a little egg for me.

Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe
Get it done by half past two
Stitch it up and stitch it down
Then I'll give you half a crown

One two buckle my shoe

Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea,
Silver buckles at his knee;
He’ll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!

Bobby Shafto’s bright and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He’s my love for evermore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
So Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy
Wuzz'ee?

I had a baby turtle I named him tiny Tim.
I put him in the bath tub to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water. He ate up all the soap.
He tried to eat the bath tub, but It wouldn't go his throat.

(I knew that one starting "I had a baby brother, his name was Tiny Tim...")

Bye baby bunting
Daddy's gone a hunting
Gone to catch a rabbit skin
To wrap his baby bunting in

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run,
Bang bang bang bang goes the farmer's gun,
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run.

Little rabbit sat in his burrow and slept,
Sat and slept,
Poor little rabbit, are you ill,
So you can no longer hop?
Rabbit hop! Rabbit hop! Rabbit hop!

Little rabbit, ‘ware the dog, beware!
It has a very sharp tooth
To catch a little rabbit with.
Little rabbit, run! Little rabbit, run! Little rabbit, run!”

Original German Version
Häschen in der Grube saß und schlief,
saß und schlief.
Armes Häschen, bist du krank,
daß du nicht mehr hüpfen kannst?
Häschen hüpf! Häschen hüpf! Häschen hüpf!

Häschen, vor dem Hunde, hüte dich
hüte dich.
Hat gar einen scharfen Zahn,
packt damit das Häschen an.
Häschen, lauf, Häschen, lauf, Häschen, lauf!

^See the bunnies sleeping till it’s nearly noon
Shall we wake them with a merry tune?
They're so still, are they ill?
Wake up little bunnies!^
Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop
^Hop, hop, hop - Hop, hop, hop
Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop
Hop, hop, hop...^

Little Polly Finders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes.

Her mother came and caught her
And whipped her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

This rhyme has always sounded so brutal to me. I hope it's an old fashioned way of saying smacked rather than actually whipped. That would still be harsh though.

The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens."
"What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie."
"Meow, meow, meow."
"Then you shall have no pie."

The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our mittens."
"Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie."
"Purr, purr, purr,
Oh, let us have some pie."

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie,
"Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens."
"What, soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!"
Then they began to sigh,
"Meow, meow, meow,"
Then they began to sigh.

The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry,
"Oh, mother dear, do you not hear,
That we have washed our mittens?"
"What, washed your mittens, then you're good kittens,
But I smell a rat close by."
"Meow, meow, meow,
We smell a rat close by."

(Vastly more humane treatment over clothing mishaps here...)

Jingle Bells, Batman smells,
Robin flew away,
Uncle Billy lost his willy,
On the M6 motorway ay!

Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row
And pretty maids all in a row

Two little dickie birds, Sitting on a wall;
One named Peter,
One named Paul.
Fly away Peter!
Fly away Paul!
Come Back Peter!
Come Back Paul!

X post too slow!

There's a worm at the bottom of my garden
And his name is wiggly woo

Pardon, Mrs Arden,
There's a worm,
In your garden.

The wheels on the Holden go round and round, round and round ... all the way to Tabulum Town.

The jarjums in the back seat are acting real moogle, acting real moogle ... all the way to Tabulum Town.

Horsey horsey don't you stop just let your feet go clippety clop.
Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round.
Giddy up we're homeward bound.

Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes.

She'll be coming round the mountain when She comes

Curly locks, curly locks
Won't you be mine?
You'll not wash the dishes
Nor yet feed the swine
But sit upon cushions
And sew a fine scene
And feast upon strawberries
Sugar and cream.

Where do I sign up?

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage,
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle made for two.

(Apparently there are a LOAD of additional verses )

Joshua, Joshua
Sweet as an orange squash you are
Oh by gosh you are
Joshu-osh-uaaaa.