One, Two, Buckle my shoe

One, two, buckle my shoe;



Three, four, knock at the door;



Five, six, pick up sticks;



Seven, eight, lay them straight:

The Duncan family spent a day cleaning up their yard after the gusty winds blew through our neighborhood the other day.
If you want to join in on the fun, just go outside and see if you can find any sticks to pick up. Here is the rest of the poem so you can recite it while you work. See if you can make a bigger pile at the street than anyone else! Most of all, have fun. I am sure you can make your parents really happy doing this too.


Nine, ten,

A big fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a-waiting
Nineteen, twenty,
My plate's empty.