Hands Together

One, two, buckle my shoe

Three, four, knock at the door

Five, six, pick up sticks

Seven, eight, lay them straight

Nine, ten, a big fat hen

Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.

Our little duke, he grasp his hands together all the time. He does that in his sleep, he does it after every shower as we get him ready, he does it when we pushed him in his buggy, he does it when we carry him, the only time he does not haven them together is when he cries. His way of seeking inspiration perhaps?