Ring around the Rosie

Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

There’s a second verse to this that we do. Once we’ve all fallen down, we drum on the floor with our hands and sing:

The cows are in the meadow, eating buttercups.
I usually shout “Thunder!” here and pound floor hander, so they know they’re making thunder.
Thunder, lightning, we all jump up!