* King cole's party

Dad : And so they decided to have a party.
Jack : with cake and ice cream.
Jill : and presents?
Dad : Yes, and singing and dancing.
Jill : Who went to the party?
Dad : Everybody, everybody was invited to celebrate 100 years of
peace in the kingdom.
This was a kingdom filled with music and dancing.
With no time left over for grumbling fighting.
Thanks to the good King Cole.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee, Tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
And so merry we will be.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.

King : Where's my pipe? Where's my bowl?
Queen : I here, dear.

He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee, Tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
And so merry we will be.

Queen : Oh, this is so grand.
Polly : You'd think a hundred years of wearing a crown might wear a
man down.
Sukey : But not Old King Cole.
Queen : Same merry old soul.
King : Where's my crown?
Queen : On your head.
Jester : But a touch forgetful.
Queen : Yes, Indeed a simply splendid.

And so merry we will be. And so merry we will be.
And so merry we will be.

King : Oh, peaches, Have you see my...
Queen : Crown?...Bowl, pipe....fiddlers and party your Highness a party
to celebrate,
King : There you are. Been fiddling around again, huh?
Queen : Dear, don't you want to help with party?
King : Well, you bet. I'm going to take the fiddlers to rehearse these
guys are terrific!
All they need is a run-though.....or two. Come on.
Queen : Good-bye, fiddlers.
Polly! Sukey! Did anyone remember butter?
Polly : Yes, ma'am.
Sukey : Betty botter bought some butter.
Queen : Yes.
Polly : But she said, "the butter's bitter."
Sukey : If I put in my batter, it will make my batter bitter.
Queen : But I'm so confused.

But a bit of better butter. They would make my batter better.
So she bought a bit of butter. Better than her bitter butter.
and she put it in her and the batter was not bitter.
So it was better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter. Hey!

Queen : Yes, quiet. Thank you. I think.
Oh, I nearly forgot the cake.


Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake just as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it and mark it with K.C.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.
For King Cole and me, for King Cole and me.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.
Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake just as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it and mark it with K.C.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.
For King Cole and me, for King Cole and me.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.
Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake just as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it and mark it with K.C.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.
For King Cole and me, for King Cole and me.
Put it in the oven for King Cole and me.

Queen : What is it now, dear?
King : I've lost my tea. I had it my hand just a moment ago.
Queen : Well, don't worry, dear. We're plenty of tea.
Polly! Sukey!
Polly : Yes, ma'am.
Queen : The King would like some tea.
Polly put the kettle on. Polly put the kettle on. Polly put the kettle on.
The King must have his tea.
Sukey take it off again. Sukey take it off again. Sukey take it off again.
The King shall have his tea.
Polly put the kettle on. Polly put the kettle on. Polly put the kettle on.
The King must have his tea.
Sukey take it off again. Sukey take it off again. Sukey take it off again.
The King shall have his tea.

Polly : Hey!
King : Hey! I'm sorry, Jester, did I hurt you?
Jester : Is my lip bleeding?
King : No,
Jester : Is it swollen?
King : No, I don't think so, Does it hurt?
Jester : No, but I have to be very careful. I'm in training.
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
King : Very good.
Jester : A peck of pickled pepper pepp....
Are you sure it's not swollen?
King : No, It looks just fine.
Jester : Peter, Pooper.....Peepers....Picked peepers popperly...
Piper peck, Piper people. Drat, I'm ruined.
King : What have we here?
Baker : A bit of nothing your Majesty.
King : A little experiment.
Baker : Surely. Not fit for a King.

Sing a song of six-pence a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing.
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?

King : One suggestion!
Baker : An anything, your Majesty!
King : Next time,,, hold the birds.

Peas porridge hot, pea porridge cold.
Peas porridge hot, pea porridge cold.

King : I like it mine in the pot nine days old...
Baker : Without any birds!

Peas porridge hot, pea porridge cold.
Peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Some like it hot, Some like it cold.
Some like it in the pot nine days old.
Peas porridge hot, pea porridge cold.
Peas porridge hot, pea porridge cold.
Sing a song of six pense

Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man.
The King shall have his tea.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee, Tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
And so merry we will be.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.

Jester : Now every fiddler had a fiddle.
And a very fine fiddle had he.

Tweedle-dee. Tweedle-dee. We the fiddlers three.
And so merry me will be.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
And a merry old soul was he.

Trumpeter : Hear ye! Hear-hey!
The enter kingdom is invited to a celebrated.
In honor of Old King Cole,
For he has reigned over out peaceful Kingdom for, 10,
these 100 years. Bring presents. O.K. O.K.!
Jill : Mary,
Mary : Where have you been? I just heard the trumpet.
Jill : We heard it, they must be announcing the party.
Jack : We would have been on time, but we ran into a litle trouble.
Mary : What kind of trouble? Not again.
Jack : Yep.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.

Jill : Look, Who's going to the party?

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.
Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went.
Everywhere that Mary went. The lamb was sure to go.

Mary : Now, what did I say? Go home, go.
I'm afraid he'd get lost on the way to the party.
But I knit the King some mittens from his wool.
Jill : That's beautiful, Mary.

Mary : What was that?
Jack : A tiger?
Jill : That was no tiger. That was... a very small tiger.
Mary : Oh! Look. Come here, tiger.
Jill : He was the sweetest one in the little.
That's why I'm giving him for King.
Mary : What are you taking, Jack?
Jack : My favorite thing in the world that I ever said I would never
give up, ever.
Mary : Your blanket? You're giving your blanket away?
Oh, Hack, that's really special.
Jack : There is goes again! We'd better be off.
Jill : Wait a minute! Where's Blue?

Little boy Blue come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack, fast asleep.
Little boy Blue come blow your horn.
The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack, fast asleep.

Blue : Hi,
Mary : Hi, Blue.
Jill : Hi, Blue.
Blue : What took you so long?
Mary : Jack and Jill.... the hill you know.
Blue : Oh, yeah.
Mary : Did you find someone to watch the cows and sheep
while you're gone?
Blue : The farmer in the Dell he'd keeping on'em.
Yes, he watch them every minute, you know.
Jack : What are you taking to the King? Your horn?
Blue : I want him to have it.
Mary : But, how will you call your sheep and cows?
Blue : I'll just call him, "Here, sheep, come on, cows."
That's what I do anyway.
I don't even play the horn. It just makes me look important.
Mary : What special presents for Old King Cole?
Blue : A golden horn?
Mary : White and mittens.
Jill : In the pail a tiny grey kitten.
Jack : All wrapped up in my warm yellow blanket.
Everyone : We're off to a party for Old King Cole.
For Old King Cole that merry old soul.
We're off to a party with presents galore.
Hup - 2 - 3 - 4.
Mary : Oh, look at that six little ducks!
Jill : Oh, aren't they cute?

Six little ducks that I once knew.
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too.
But the one little duck with the feather on its back.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,!
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Down to the river they would go,
Wibble wibble, wibble, wibble, to and fro.
But the one little duck with the feather on its back.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,!
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Home from the river they would come,
Wibble wibble, wibble, wibble, ho-hum-hum!
But the one little duck with the feather on its back.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack,!
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!

Duck : Hey, you think that was good?
We're just warming up.
We got a million routines. A million of them. O.K. Ducks, fall in!
We'll demonstral a number that has made us famous
from here to.... uh.... there.
Mary : We'd love to see more.
But we're a little late and we have to be going.
Duck : How can you be late when it's still so early.
Jill : Maybe London time is different.
Duck : London? Did you say London?
Mary : Yes, We're going to see King Cole.
Duck : King Cole? Did you say King Cole?
Mary : Yes, I did. He's having a party.
Duck : A party? Did you say?
Everyone : Yes, she said party!
Duck : Well, you don't have to scream. I heard you the first time.
Mary : Come on, Let's go.
Duck : Wait, Old King Cole is my favorite King.
Mary : Old King Cole's your only king.
Duck : He's smart. I like that. I was testing you.
Uh, you here the honor of carrying Dweedle Duck's gift
to the King.
Blue : Is it heavy? We still have a long way to go?
Duck : Heavy? Why, no. It's light as a...
Jack : Ballon?
Duck : No, no, no, Light as a ..
I'm giving you just one more chance. Light as a...
Mary : We don't know the answer. I'm sorry.
But now, we're late we have to be going.
Duck : Wait, wait. It's a feather! Light as a feather.
Don't you get it? Oh, never mind.
Would you take a simply spectacular feather to the King's
party for me? It's easy to carry. It's very...
Mary : Light... I'd be glad to.
Duck : Dmitri! The feather! Yeah!
That's the finest ever grown by man or duck.
Jill : Thank you. I know he'll love it.
Duck : O.K. You quackers. Line them up. Let's hit it!

Six little ducks that I once knew.
Fat ones, skinny ones, fair ones too.
But the one little duck with the feather on its back.
He led the others with a quack, quack, quack!

Trumpeter : Hear ye, hear ye. There has been shaving and pushing
in the royal line which leads to the royal party.
And some people are dropping their litter in the royal street.
Will the parties responsible please identify themselves
by cheering loudly?

Fat ones, skinny ones fair ones, too.
But the one little duck with the feather on its back.
He led the others with...

Jack : Hey, Where are we?
Crooked man : Crooked land.
Mary : Crooked land? Then you must be the Crooked man.
Crooked man : That's right.
I got tired of looking at everything straight.

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked six-pence up on a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a crooked little house.

Mary : We're very happy to meet you. Crooked man.
I hope you can help us.
Jill : We're lettle late, we have to go straight to London.

Crooked man : Can't go straight to anywhere from here.
Got to go crooked.

From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles.
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles.
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton.
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton.
From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is 15 miles.

Mary : We aren't going to Wibble.
Blue : Let me try it crooked.

See-saw, sacradown, which is the way to London town?
One foot up and one foot down. This is the way to London town.
See-saw, sacradown, which is the way to London town?
One foot up and one foot down. This is the way to London town.

Jack : Tell us more, Crooked man.

This old man, he played one. He played nick-nack on my thumb.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played two. He played nick-nack on my shoes.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played three. He played nick-nack on my knee.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played four. He played nick-nack on my door.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played five. He played nick-nack on my hive.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played six. He played nick-nack on my sticks.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played seven. He played nick-nack up in heaven.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played eight. He played nick-nack on my gate.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played nine. He played nick-nack on my spine.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
This old man, he played ten. He played nick-nack once again.
With a nick-nack paddy whack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.

Crooked man : You're going to a party, aren't you?
Jill : How did you know?
Crooked man : A crooked little bird told me.
Jack : Why don't you come with us?
Crooked man : Well, I can't.
Everyone : Why?
Crooked man : Got to tend the Crooked Land.
Just look at this tree, This tree wants to grow straight.
Tree, phhhhfft! Got to watch it every minute.
I'd be mightly grateful if you'd go take my present to the
King. He's got a tough job, too.
I have just the thing for him. Oh, here it is.
My very own crooked six pence. Only one of a kind.
Mary : We'd proudly take it with us if we can figure out how to
get there.
Crooked man : Well, go to the edge of Crooked Land.
Marry : But it's crooked, we can't get there that way.
Crooked man : Here, Let me up, Watch.
Just take me a second straighten this out.
Here you are. Well, have a good trip.
Everyone : Thank you, Crooked man, Bye.
Crooked man : Say hello to the King. Bye-bye.

A gold horn and white wool mittens.
In the pail, a tiny kittens and Dweedle's feather, soft and light.
A crooked six pence shiny and bright.
All wrapped up in my warm yellow blanket.
We're off to a party for Old King Cole.
For Old King Cole that merry Old soul.
How many gifts for him today? 1, 2, 3....

Mary : Oh, no. Look at poor old Humpty.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men.
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Jack : They just left him here broke it.
Jill : They probably didn't want to be late to the party.
Mary : But we'll help him. Even if we miss the party, won't we?
Blue : O.K. Then let's get started.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men.
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the King's horses and all the King's men.
Couldn't put Humpty to gether again.

Jill : Gosh!
Blue : But we could.
Humpty-Dumpty : Well a blessed deliverance from this grievous refund
which I have so inexpediently founded.
Mary : He's glad he's not in pieces.
Humpty-Dumpty : Well, Greetings! Salutations! Bon journo! Salute!
Jack : What did he say?
Mary : I think he said hello.
Jill : You're as good as ever now.
Humpty-Dumpty : Yes, the felicitous resolution of an importunate tale.
Mary : He's glad.
Jack : He already said that.
Humpty-Dumpty : Ah, this ovoid retundity thanks you.
How may I make reparation?
Mary : If you mean what can you do for us?
First you can use words that one clear and simple.
Jill : We're on our way to Kong Cole's party.
Blue : We're late.
Jack : I think we've lost.
Mary : But if you give directions. We can't understand.
We're still lost.
Humpty-Dumpty : Ah, yes, yes, yes, quite right.
Clear, Simple, hmm, It's a difficult thing.
But after all you've done for me.
Now, you're not last you're with me.
And I know the... how do you say it. Shortcut!
Jack : Let's go.
Blue : Which way?
Mary : Let's get started.
Humpty-Dumpty : Make a thumb hold.
Now, prepare for some verbal prestidigitation.
Mary : Humpty!
Humpty-Dumpty : Uh, a thousand pardons, the magic word.
Uh.... Clear, simple
Everyone : Oh, no.
Humpty-Dumpty : Must have been that bump on the head.
Mary : Please concentrate.
Humpty-Dumpty : That's it. Bravo!
Everyone : What's it?
Humpty-Dumpty : : Are you ready?
Everyone : We're ready.
Humpty-Dumpty : Please....
Jack : Look!

Jester : Little po beep, Uh, bo peep.

Little Bo-Peep has last her sheep. And can't tell where to find them.
Leave them alone, and they'll come home.
Wagging their tails behind them.

Jester : Master Jack.

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum.
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Jester : Master and mistress Sprat.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

Jester : Ahh! Muss Miffet... Miss Muffet!

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet. Eating her curds and whey.
A long came a spider who sat down beside her.
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Jester : What is it now?
Trumpeter : Three men in a tub.
Jester : What? Well, I'm very sorry but you just can't.

Rub-a-dub-dub, three men in a tub. And who do you think they be?
The butter, the baker, the candle stick maker.
And all fo them gone to sea.

Jester : Don't you have someplace to go? To sea or something?
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a pop of purpy ply....pop....Drat!
Oh, come in!

Jack, be nimble. Jack, be quick. Jack, jump over the candlestick.

Little Tommy Tucker, Sings for his supper.
What shall we give him? White bread and butter.

Jester : Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of picked peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Oh, drat!
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of picked peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
King : Well, Hi there, friends.
Welcome, honored guests. Boy, am I glad you could make it!
Queen : Dear, you're the king. Royal, royal.
King : You honor us with your presence at this illustrious occasion as
we gather to celebrate.... You! Yes.
It's a party to celebrate you.
Queen : No, dear, the party's to celebrate you.
King : You, I said you.
Queen : No, you.
King : No, you.
Queen : You.
King : Me!
Queen : Dear, In thanks for one hundred years of peace under a king
who is generous and kind who loves dancing and music and
even if he is a little bit forgetful. He never, ever forgets his
people and now the King will survey his bounteous gifts.
King : His what?
Queen : His presents. Let's go.
King : Well, now, this come in real handy!
Kinda takes a loud off you, doesn't it?
Queen : No, dear, this is a silver serving platter fit for a King's table.
King : Oh, It's real thoughtful.
Queen : Come along, dear.
King : Now this.... Would make a good paperweight, I bet.
Queen : This is a ruby worth a fortune you may be sure.
King : What do you do with it?
Queen : Do with it? Do we...
You don't do anything with it, dear.
It's jewel. It's meant to be looked at.
King : What kinda nonsense is that?
Jill : We can't give our gifts to the King.
Blue : They don't seem very special, now.
Jack : I want to go home.
Humpty-Dumpty : Now, now, my little friends.
There are Kings and....Kings!
King : Here's a trophy I'll bet from when I won the pie-eating contest.
Queen : This is a goblet solid gold.
Perhaps we should get on with the dancing.
The King is simply delighted with all your gifts, aren't you,
your Majesty? Oh course, you are.
Jack : They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
What would a King want with my blanket?
Humpty-Dumpty : Well, now, eber a King needs to keep warm.
Queen : Fiddlers! Guests! We're all going to dance now.
Let's all make a circle and...
Humpty-Dumpty : Excuse me, Excuse me. Your lustrous....
resplendent..... numinous, Uh-Majesty!
King : That must be you.
Queen : No, dear. It's.... you.
King : Humpy, Old... Man.... Egg. You're looking very... together.
Humpty-Dumpty : Thank you, Your Majesty!
And thanks to my colleagues.
My compeers, My cronies.
Jill : My friends.
Humpty-Dumpty : My friends. One foot up One foot down.
Everyone : One foot up One foot down. One foot up One foot down.
One foot up One foot down.
King : Well? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
How do you do that anyway? Wait a minute.
That's the real thing. Where's that kitten?
Jill : Here, your Majesty.
King : Oh, he's so cute, Whose kitten is this?
Jill : Yours. If you want it, your Majesty.
King : Mine?
Jill : Yes, sir. But if you don't like him.
King : Don't like him? I've always wanted a kitten.
Queen : But dear.... you have a Bengaltiger.
King : But he's too big to sit in my lab.
Queen : What's this?
Blue : It's a horn.
Queen : I can see that, dear. but the King has his own trumpeter.
King : But I want my own trumpet!
Queen : A feather?
King : My own pen!
Queen : But the royal scribe will write anything you like.
King : I want to write my won name. Now, there's a good idea.
Tied together with their won string. So they won't get lost.
Somebody knows me pretty well.
Now, Peaches. Look at this!
Queen : Yes, a coin.
King : But what else?
Queen : It's crooked.
King : Exactly.
Queen : Dear, the royal coffers are filled with coins.
And none of them are crooked.
King : But, that's just the point. This is one of a kind.
Queen : Thank you.
King : This is my lucky day. Whose blanket is this? Whose? Whose?
Jack : Mine.
King : Here. You hang on to this.
A good blanket is worth more than gold.
Jack : Yes, your Highness.
But I want you to have it.
King : I am honored more than you know.
I had a blanket once myself. Once upon a time.
Hardest thing I ever let go of.
What's your name, little fellow?
Jack : I'm Jack, and these are my friends.
Mary knit the mittens all by herself from her very own lamb's
wool.
Mary : And Jill brought her favorite kitten.
Jill : And little boy Blue brought you his horn.
Blue : And the leader of the six little Ducks sent the finest feather that
he ever grew. And crooked man sent his crooked coin.
Jack : And Humpty get us here on time.
Humpty-Dumpty : With a bit of verba! prestidigitation.
King : With what?
Humpty-Dumpty : Uh, with.... a magic word. Your Majesty.
King : Well, thank you all for the greatest of gifts.
Gift that are given from the heart.
They make me feel like a King. And now, Let the dance begin.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee, Tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three,
And so merry we will be.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul.

Dad : So the children sang and danced at the party of their lives.
There wouldn't be another one like it for 100 years.
Jill : After the party did they go home?
Dad : You bet, Humpy Dumpty saw to that.
Jack : And the King kept their presents?
Dad : Kept them. He would have traded everything on the table for
the gifts the children gave from their hearts.
Sleepy Jack, you missed the story.
It's all right, we'll read it again another night.