Twinkle, twinkle
Have you any wool?
H I J K
L-M-N-O-P
Up above the world so high
One for the little boy who lives down the lane
Now I know my A-B-C's
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
Baa, baa black sheep
E F G
How I wonder what you are
Q R S
One for the dame
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Next time won't you sing with me?
A B C D
Little star
Yes sir, yes sir,three bags full
One for the master
T U V W X Y and Z
Baa, baa black sheep,
Have you any wool?
How I wonder what you are.
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