1,    2,
Buckle my shoe;

3,    4,
Knock at the door;

5,    6,
Pick up sticks;

7,    8,
Lay them straight;

9,    10,
A big fat hen;

11,    12,
Dig and delve;

13,    14,
Maids a-courting;

15,    16,
Maids in the kitchen;

17,    18,
Maids in waiting;

19,    20,
My plate's empty.


Counting Out ("Chinese" Counting)
Inter, mitzy, titzy, tool,
Ira, dira, dominu,
Oker, poker, dominoker,
Out goes you.
Eenie, meenie, mynie, mo,
Catch a rooster by the toe;
If he cackles, let him go,
Eenie, meenie, mynie, mo.
Eenie, meenie, mynie, mo,
Catch a tinker by the toe;
If he hollers make him pay
Fifty dollars every day.
Eenie, weenie, winey, wo,
Where do all the Frenchmen go?
To the east and to the west,
and into the old crow's nest.

Digital Computation
(Counting on the child's fingers, left to right...)

1   little Injun,    2   little Injuns,    3   little Injuns,    4   little Injuns,    5   little Injun boys;

(Counting now on the other hand...)

6   little Injuns,    7   little Injuns,    8   little Injuns,    9   little Injuns,    10   little Injun boys.
Ten little Injuns dancin' in a line;
One toddled home, and then there were nine.

Nine little Injuns swingin' on a gate;
One flew off, and then there were eight.
Eight little Injuns slept till eleven;
One slept longer, and then there were seven.
Seven little Injuns up to their tricks;
One broke his little neck, and then there were six.
Six little Injuns playing with a hive;
A big bee stung one, and then there were five.

Five little Injuns on a cellar door;
One tumbled in, and then there were four.
Four little Injuns going out to sea;
A whale swallowed one, and then there were three.
Three little Injuns rowin' a canoe;
One fell out, and then there were two.
Two little Injuns foolin' with a gun:
One shot t'other, and then there was one.
One little Injun livin' all alone,
He got married, and then there were none.

William the Conqueror, ten sixty-six,
Played on the Saxons many cruel tricks.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two.
The Spanish Armada met its fate
In fifteen hundred and eighty-eight.
In sixteen hundred and sixty-six
London burnt like rotten sticks.

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
The little finger on the right.


One banana,
two banana,
three banana,
Fifteen fedayeen...
...knocking at the door;


...five had sticks,

Five had hand grenades. . .

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