Ten little cookies, brown and crisp and fine—
Grandma gave Baby one; then there were nine.

Nine little cookies on a china plate—
Betty took a small one; then there were eight.

Eight little cookies, nice and round and even—
The butcher boy ate one; then there were seven.

Seven little cookies, much liked by chicks—
The old hen ate one, then there were six.

Six little cookies, when grandma went to drive—
Betty had another one; then there were five.

Five little cookies, placed too near the door—
The little doggie ate one; then there were four.

Four little cookies, brown as brown could be—
Grandma took one for herself, then there were three.

Three little cookies—when grandpa said, “I too,
Would like a very little one”, then there were two.

Two little cookies—fast did Betty run
To give one to her mamma; then there was one.

One little cooky—and now our story is done,
Baby Jane ate the last, then there was none.