Itty Bitty
Itty bitty
small and pretty
left the country
for the city
Rode there in
a moving truck,
Mama waved and
wished her luck
Itty bitty
small and pretty
left the country
for the city
Began to knit,
then to sew,
then to weave
both high and low
Itty bitty
small and pretty
left the country
for the city
Climbed the wall,
began to spin,
how many flies
came … right … IN?
One
two
three
four
five …
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
This does such a wonderful job connecting to childhood rhymes that I felt like I could sing along almost immediately. Masterful!
Thank you! I struggled with this one a bit, but finally got it as I sung it in my head while doing something else.
Fun! And a counting-song for bonus points!
So sweet.