TEN LITTLE INDIANSby Septimus Winner, 1868 |
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Ten little Injuns standin' in a line,
One toddled home and then there were nine; Nine little Injuns swingin' on a gate, One tumbled off and then there were eight. One little, two little, three little, four little, five little Injuns boys,Eight little Injuns gayest under heav'n, One went to sleep and then there were seven; Seven little Injuns cutting up their tricks, One broke his neck and then there were six. |
Six little Injuns kickin' all alive,
One kick'd the bucket and then there were five; Five little Injuns on a cellar door, One tumbled in and then there were four. Four little Injuns up on a spree, One he got fuddled and then there were three; Three little Injuns out in a canoe, One tumbled overboard and then there were two. Two little Injuns foolin' with a gun, One shot t'other and then there was one; One little Injuns livin' all alone, He got married and then there were none. |