Two Little Blackbirds

Two little blackbirds

Sitting on a hill,

This one is Jack,

That one is Jill.

Fly away, Jack.

Fly away, Jill.

Come back, Jack.

Come back, Jill.

Two little blackbirds

Sitting on a stone

One flew away

And then there was one.

The other flew after,

And then there was none.

One little blackbird

Back again flew.

The other flew after

And then there were two.

Said one to the other,

"How do you do?"

"I am well, thank you,

And how are you?"