Incy-Wincy Moo-Cow,

Climbing up the hill;

Munch grass,

Munch grass,

Eat your fill!

Here comes the farmer,

To make the golden hay;

And all the cows shall munch it,

On a winter day.

by

John Cunliffe

Incy Wincy spider

Climbed up the spout,

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Out came the sunshine and dried up all the rain

And Incy Wincy spider climbed up again.