And don't forget-

Hey diddle diddle,
And hey diddle Dan!
And with a little money
I bought a little man.
His legs were all crooked
And wrongways set on,
So what do you think
Of my little old man?

Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet,
The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
So merrily march the merchant men.

MY LITTLE MAID
Hey diddle dout,
My candle's out,
My little maid's not at home;
Saddle the hog,
And bridle the dog,
And fetch my little maid home.

Home she came, tritity trot,
She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;
Some she ate, and some she shod,
And some she gave to the truckler's dog.

From the Oxford Nursery Rhyme Book, assembled by Iona and Peter Opie, Oxford Press, 1955; corrections 1957, 1960.