Where are the baby mice? Squeak, squeak, squeak.
I cannot see them. Peek, peek, peek.
Here they come from the hole in the wall,
One, two, three, four, five--that's all!
Two little blackbirds
Sitting on a hill--
One named Jack,
The other named Jill.
Fly away, Jack!
Fly away, Jill!
Come back, Jack!
Come back, Jill!
Clap your hands, clap your hands,
Clap them just like me.
Touch your shoulders, touch your shoulders,
Touch them just like me.
Tap your knees, tap your knees,
Tap them just like me.
Shake your head, shake your head,
Shake it just like me.
Clap your hands, clap your hands,
Now let them quiet be!
Whisky, frisky, hippity-hop,
Up he goes to the treetop.
Whirly, twirly, round and round,
Down he scampers to the ground.
Furly, curly, what a tail--
Tall as a feather, broad as a sail!
Where's his supper? In the shell.
Snappity, crackily, out if fell!
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