Little eyes see pretty things,
Little nose smells what is sweet,
Little ears hear pleasant sounds,
Mouth likes luscious things to eat.

This is a simple fingerplay.
Line 1: point to eyes.
Line 2: point to nose.
Line 3: point to eyes.
Line 4: point to mouth.

Lady-Bug

Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly away do,
Fly to the mountain, and feed upon dew,
Feed upon dew, and sleep on a rug,
And then run away, like a good little bug.

This one one's old,
This one's young,
This one has no meat,
This one's gone to buy some hay,
And this one's on the street.

This fingerplay counts off the fingers as in "This Litle Piggy."

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, little girl fair,
There's a priest in the temple without any hair,
You take a tile, and I'll take a brick,
And we'll hit the priest in the back of the neck.

This little cow eats grass,
This little cow eats hay,
This little cow drinks water,
This little cow runs away,
And this little cow does nothing
But just like down all day;
     WE'LL WHIP HER.

Count off the toes or fingers.

Look at the white breasted crows overhead!
My father shot once, and ten crows tumbled dead,
When boiled or when fried, they taste very good,
But skin them, I tell you, there's no better food.

The thieving old magpie has taken our food,
The chicken eats millet as if it were good,
The faithful old watch-dog looks after the house,
And the cat has come over to catch us a mouse.

The Butterfly

'Way goes the butterfly,
To catch it I willl never try;
The butterfly's about to light,
I would not have it if I might.

There's a cow on the mountain,
The old saying goes,
On her legs are four feet;
On her feet are eight toes;
Her tail is behind
On the end of her back,
And her head is in f ront
On the end of her neck.