Chuckle

Now I lay me down to sleep.

Little boo peep has lost her sheep.

Little Miss Muffet, sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and way.

Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle is all I can say.

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies, for amber fields of grain.

For purple mountains majesty, above the two cent planes

Oh say can you see any bed bugs on me.

If you do, take a few.  They look better on you.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Jill stumbled but an olive branch caught her.

One, two, buckle my shoe

Three four, close the door.

Five six, pick up sticks.

Seven eight, I want a date.

Nine, ten.  Say that again?

Oh well, I never had much of a mind.

Now what I had is gone.  (Sorry, I could not make that rhyme)