I’m a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, then I shout. Sing it, tip me over and pour me out. Let’s go. Okay. BA. BA. Black sheep. Have you any wool? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Three bags full. One for the master, one for. Why is there a young boy living alone down the lane? Who signed this boy’s lease? Am I the only one concerned for this little boy? Two examples is enough. Okay, thank you.