Till Cecily Parsley ran away.
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither will you wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber!
This pig went to market;
This pig stayed at home;
This pig had a bit of meat;
And this pig had none;
This little pig cried
Wee! wee! wee!
I can't find my way home.
Pussy-cat sits by the fire;