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Nursery Rhymes

Table of Contents

  1. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star by Jane Taylor
  2. Humpty Dumpty
  3. The Itsy Bitsy Spider
  4. Jack and Jill
  5. Ring Around the Rosie by
  6. Hush, Little Baby (The Mockingbird Song)
  7. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
  8. Row, Row, Row Your Boat
  9. Mary Had a Little Lamb
  10. Yankee Doodle
  11. Hot Cross Buns
  12. Pop Goes the Weasel
  13. Hickory Dickory Dock
  14. Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
  15. Rock-a-bye Baby
  16. Frère Jacques
  17. Sticks and Stones
  18. Rain, Rain Go Away
  19. London Bridge Is Falling Down
  20. This Little Piggy
  21. Peter Piper
  22. Three Blind Mice
  23. Little Bo-Peep
  24. Little Miss Muffet
  25. Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
  26. Little Boy Blue
  27. Hey Diddle Diddle
  28. Georgie Porgie
  29. Ten Little Indians
  30. Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
  31. Little Jack Horner
  32. Roses are Red
  33. Rub-a-dub-dub
  34. This Old Man
  35. The Muffin Man
  36. One Two Buckle My Shoe
  37. Jack Sprat
  38. Eeny meeny miny moe
  39. Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
  40. Wynken Blynken and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
  41. Wee Willie Winkie
  42. Old King Cole
  43. Simple Simon
  44. The Farmer in the Dell
  45. Star Light Star Bright
  46. Three Little Kittens
  47. Jack Be Nimble
  48. Old McDonald Had a Farm
  49. Cock a doodle doo
  50. It's Raining It's Pouring
  51. The Queen of Hearts
  52. Five Little Speckled Frogs
  53. To market, to market
  54. Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush
  55. The House that Jack Built
  56. How Many Miles to Babylon?
  1. Polly Put the Kettle On
  2. The Lion and the Unicorn
  3. Jackanory
  4. The Grand Old Duke of York
  5. One, Two, Three, Four, Five
  6. Bingo Was His Name-o
  7. Lucy Locket
  8. One for Sorrow
  9. Pease-Pudding Hot
  10. Tweedledum and Tweedledee
  11. Little Tommy Tucker
  12. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride
  13. I Had a Little Nut Tree
  14. The North Wind Doth Blow
  15. One Misty, Moisty Morning
  16. A Wise Old Owl
  17. Diddle, Diddle Dumpling, My Son John
  18. Little Polly Flinders
  19. A Dillar, a Dollar
  20. If All The World Were Apple-Pie
  21. Higgleby, Piggleby, My Black Hen
  22. Three Wise Men of Gotham
  23. There Was an Old Woman Lived Under a Hill
  24. There Were Two Blackbirds Sitting on a Hill
  25. Bye, Baby Bunting
  26. Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
  27. Curly Locks
  28. Blow, Wind, Blow! and Go, Mill, Go!
  29. Bobby Shaftoe's Gone to Sea
  30. "Sing a Song of Sixpence"
  31. The Breakfast Song by Emilie Poulsson
  32. A Pleasant Ship
  33. "I Had a Little Husband"
  34. The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse by Christina Georgina Rossetti
  35. "Merry are the Bells"
  36. "When Good King Arthur Ruled This Land"
  37. The Owl, the Eel and the Warming-Pan
  38. The Cow by Ann Taylor
  39. The Lamb by William Blake
  40. Little Raindrops
  41. "Moon, So Round and Yellow" by Matthias Barr
  42. Old Mother Hubbard
  43. The Death and Burial of Cock Robin
  44. Baby-Land by George Cooper
  45. The First Tooth by William Brighty Rands
  46. Baby's Breakfast by Emilie Poulsson
  47. The Moon by Eliza Lee Fallen
  48. Baby at Play
  49. Grammar in Rhyme
  50. Days of the Month
  51. The Garden Year by Sara Coleridge
  52. Proverbs
  53. Kind Hearts
  54. Weather Wisdom
  55. Old Superstitions

  1. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

    by Jane Taylor

    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are,
    Up above the world so high,
    Like a diamond in the sky.

    When the blazing sun is set,
    And the grass with dew is wet,
    Then you show your little light,
    Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

    Then the traveler in the dark
    Thanks you for your tiny spark,
    He could not see where to go
    If you did not twinkle so.

    In the dark blue sky you keep,
    And often through my curtains peep,
    For you never shut your eye
    Till the sun is in the sky.

    As your bright and tiny spark
    Lights the traveler in the dark,
    Though I know not what you are,
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

  2. Humpty Dumpty

    by Anonymous

    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
    All the king's horses and all the king's men
    Couldn't put Humpty together again.

  3. The Itsy Bitsy Spider

    by Anonymous

    The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
    Down came the rain
    and washed the spider out.
    Out came the sun
    and dried up all the rain
    and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again.

  4. Jack and Jill

    by Anonymous

    Jack and Jill went up the hill,
    To fetch a pail of water;
    Jack fell down and broke his crown
    And Jill came tumbling after.

    Up Jack got and home did trot
    As fast as he could caper,
    And went to bed to mend his head
    With vinegar and brown paper.

  5. Ring Around the Rosie

    by Anonymous

    Ring-a-round the rosie,
    A pocket full of posies,
    Ashes! Ashes!
    We all fall down.

  6. Hush, Little Baby (The Mockingbird Song)

    by Anonymous

    Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
    Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

    If that mockingbird won't sing,
    Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

    If that diamond ring turns brass,
    Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

    If that looking glass gets broke,
    Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat,

    If that billy goat don't pull,
    Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

    If that cart and bull turn over,
    Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

    If that dog named Rover won't bark,
    Mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart.

    If that horse and cart fall down,
    You'll be the sweetest little baby in town.

  7. Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

    by Anonymous

    Baa, baa, black sheep,
    Have you any wool?
    Yes, sir, yes, sir,
    Three bags full;
    One for the master,
    And one for the dame,
    And one for the little boy
    Who lives down the lane.

  8. Row, Row, Row Your Boat

    by Anonymous

    Row, row, row your boat,
    Gently down the stream.
    Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
    Life is but a dream.

  9. Mary Had a Little Lamb

    by Anonymous

    Mary had a little lamb,
    His fleece was white as snow,
    And everywhere that Mary went,
    The lamb was sure to go.

    He followed her to school one day,
    Which was against the rule,
    It made the children laugh and play
    To see a lamb at school.

    And so the teacher turned it out,
    But still it lingered near,
    And waited patiently about,
    Till Mary did appear.

    And then it ran to her, and laid
    It's head upon her arm,
    As if it said—"I'm not afraid—
    You'll keep me from all harm."

    "Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
    The eager children cry.
    "Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know."
    The teacher did reply.

    "And you each gentle animal
    In confidence may bind,
    And make them follow at your call,
    If you are always kind."

  10. Yankee Doodle

    by Anonymous

    Yankee Doodle went to town
    Riding on a pony;
    He stuck a feather in his hat,
    And called it macaroni

  11. Hot Cross Buns

    by Anonymous

    Hot cross buns!
    Hot cross buns!
    One a penny, two a penny,
    Hot cross buns!
    If you have no daughters,
    Give them to your sons
    One a penny,
    Two a penny,
    Hot Cross Buns!

  12. Pop Goes the Weasel

    by Anonymous

    Half a pound of tupenny rice,
    Half a pound of treacle.
    That’s the way the money goes,
    Pop! goes the weasel.

    Every night when I get home
    The monkey's on the table,
    Take a stick and knock it off,
    Pop! goes the weasel.

  13. Hickory Dickory Dock

    by Anonymous

    Hickory, dickory, dock,
    The mouse ran up the clock;
    The clock struck one,
    The mouse ran down,
    Hickory, dickory, dock.

  14. Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

    by Anonymous

    Now I lay me down to sleep,
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
    If I shall die before I wake,
    I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.

  15. Rock-a-bye Baby

    by Anonymous

    version 1.
    Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,
    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
    When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
    And down will come baby, cradle and all.

    version 2.
    Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
    Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
    And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
    And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

  16. Frère Jacques

    by Anonymous

    Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
    Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
    Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
    Ding, daing, dong. Ding, daing, dong.

    Are you sleeping, are you sleeping,
    Brother John? Brother John?
    Morning bells are ringing! Morning bells are ringing!
    Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.

  17. Sticks and Stones

    by Anonymous

    Sticks and stones may break my bones
    But words will never hurt me.

  18. Rain, Rain Go Away

    by Anonymous

    Rain, rain, go away
    Come again another day
    Little Arthur wants to play.

  19. London Bridge Is Falling Down

    by Anonymous

    London Bridge is falling down,
    Falling down, falling down.
    London Bridge is falling down,
    My fair lady.

    Build it up with wood and clay,
    Wood and clay, wood and clay,
    Build it up with wood and clay,
    My fair lady.

    Wood and clay will wash away,
    Wash away, wash away,
    Wood and clay will wash away,
    My fair lady.

    Build it up with bricks and mortar,
    Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
    Build it up with bricks and mortar,
    My fair lady.

    Bricks and mortar will not stay,
    Will not stay, will not stay,
    Bricks and mortar will not stay,
    My fair lady.

    Build it up with iron and steel,
    Iron and steel, iron and steel,
    Build it up with iron and steel,
    My fair lady.

    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
    Bend and bow, bend and bow,
    Iron and steel will bend and bow,
    My fair lady.

    Build it up with silver and gold,
    Silver and gold, silver and gold,
    Build it up with silver and gold,
    My fair lady.

    Silver and gold will be stolen away,
    Stolen away, stolen away,
    Silver and gold will be stolen away,
    My fair lady.

    Set a man to watch all night,
    Watch all night, watch all night,
    Set a man to watch all night,
    My fair lady.

    Suppose the man should fall asleep,
    Fall asleep, fall asleep,
    Suppose the man should fall asleep?
    My fair lady.

    Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
    Smoke all night, smoke all night,
    Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
    My fair lady.

  20. This Little Piggy

    by Anonymous

    This little piggy went to the market,
    This little piggy stayed home,
    This little piggy had roast beef,
    This little piggy had none,
    And this little piggy cried wee wee wee all the way home.

  21. Peter Piper

    by Anonymous

    Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
    A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
    If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
    Where's the peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked?

  22. Three Blind Mice

    by Anonymous

    Three blind mice. Three blind mice.
    See how they run. See how they run.
    They all ran after the farmer's wife,
    Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
    Did you ever see such a sight in your life,
    As three blind mice?

  23. Little Bo-Peep

    by Anonymous

    Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
    And can't tell where to find them;
    Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
    And bring their tails behind them.

    Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
    And dreamed she heard them bleating;
    But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
    For they were still a-fleeting.

    Then up she took her little crook,
    Determined for to find them;
    She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
    For they'd left their tails behind them!

    It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
    Unto a meadow hard by,
    There she espied their tails side by side,
    All hung on a tree to dry.

    She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
    And over the hillocks she raced;
    And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
    That each tail should be properly placed.

  24. Little Miss Muffet

    by Anonymous

    Little Miss Muffet
    Sat on a tuffet,
    Eating her curds and whey;
    Along came a spider,
    Who sat down beside her
    And frightened Miss Muffet away

  25. Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

    by Anonymous

    Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
    How does your garden grow?
    With silver bells, and cockle shells,
    And pretty maids all in a row.

  26. Little Boy Blue

    by Anonymous

    Little Boy Blue,
    Come blow your horn,
    The sheep's in the meadow,
    The cow's in the corn;
    Where is that boy
    Who looks after the sheep?
    Under the haystack
    Fast asleep.
    Will you wake him?
    Oh no, not I,
    For if I do
    He will surely cry.

  27. Hey Diddle Diddle

    by Anonymous

    Hey, diddle, diddle,
    The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
    The little dog laughed
    To see such sport,
    And the dish ran away with the spoon.

  28. Georgie Porgie

    by Anonymous

    Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
    Kissed the girls and made them cry,
    When the boys came out to play
    Georgie Porgie ran away.

  29. Ten Little Indians

    by Anonymous

    One little, two little, three little Indians
    Four little, five little, six little Indians
    Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
    Ten little Indian boys.

    Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
    Seven little, six little, five little Indians
    Four little, three little, two little Indians
    One little Indian boy.

  30. Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater

    by Anonymous

    Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
    Had a wife but couldn't keep her;
    He put her in a pumpkin shell
    And there he kept her very well.

    Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
    Had another and didn't love her;
    Peter learned to read and spell,
    And then he loved her very well.

  31. Little Jack Horner

    by Anonymous

    Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
    Eating a Christmas pie;
    He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
    And said, "What a good boy am I!"

  32. Roses are Red

    by Anonymous

    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue,
    Sugar is sweet,
    And so are you.

  33. Rub-a-dub-dub

    by Anonymous

    Rub-a-dub-dub,
    Three men in a tub,
    And who do you think they were?
    The butcher, the baker,
    The candlestick-maker,
    They all sailed out to sea,
    'Twas enough to make a man stare.

  34. This Old Man

    by Anonymous

    This old man, he played one,
    He played knick-knack on my thumb;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played three,
    He played knick-knack on my knee;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played four,
    He played knick-knack on my door;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played five,
    He played knick-knack on my hive;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played six,
    He played knick-knack on my sticks;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home

    This old man, he played seven,
    He played knick-knack up in heaven;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played eight,
    He played knick-knack on my gate;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played nine,
    He played knick-knack on my spine;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

    This old man, he played ten,
    He played knick-knack once again;
    With a knick-knack paddywhack,
    Give the dog a bone,
    This old man came rolling home.

  35. The Muffin Man

    by Anonymous

    Do you know the muffin man,
    The muffin man, the muffin man,
    Do you know the muffin man,
    Who lives in Drury Lane?

    Yes, I know the muffin man,
    The muffin man, the muffin man,
    Yes, I know the muffin man,
    Who lives in Drury Lane.

  36. One Two Buckle My Shoe

    by Anonymous

    One, two,
    Buckle my shoe;
    Three, four,
    Open the door;
    Five, six,
    Pick up sticks;
    Seven, eight,
    Lay them straight:
    Nine, ten,
    A big, fat hen;
    Eleven, twelve,
    Dig and delve;
    Thirteen, fourteen,
    Maids a-courting;
    Fifteen, sixteen,
    Maids in the kitchen;
    Seventeen, eighteen,
    Maids a-waiting
    Nineteen, twenty,
    My plate's empty.

  37. Jack Sprat

    by Anonymous

    Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
    His wife could eat no lean,
    And so, betwixt them both, you see,
    They licked the platter clean.

  38. Eeny meeny miny moe

    by Anonymous

    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
    Catch a tiger by the toe.
    If he hollers, let him go,
    Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

  39. Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man

    by Anonymous

    Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.
    Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
    Pat it, roll it and mark it with a "B",
    Put it in the oven for baby and me.

    Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man.
    Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
    Roll it up, roll it up;
    And throw it in a pan!
    Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man.

  40. Wynken Blynken and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)

    by Anonymous

    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
    Sailed on a river of crystal light,
    Into a sea of dew.
    "Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
    The old moon asked the three.
    "We have come to fish for the herring fish
    That live in this beautiful sea;
    Nets of silver and gold have we!"
    Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

    The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
    And the wind that sped them all night long
    Ruffled the waves of dew.
    The little stars were the herring fish
    That lived in that beautiful sea —
    "Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
    Never afeard are we";
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

    All night long their nets they threw
    To the stars in the twinkling foam —
    Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
    Bringing the fishermen home;
    'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
    As if it could not be,
    And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
    Of sailing that beautiful sea —
    But I shall name you the fishermen three:
    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

    Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
    And Nod is a little head,
    And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
    Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
    So shut your eyes while mother sings
    Of wonderful sights that be,
    And you shall see the beautiful things
    As you rock in the misty sea,
    Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
    Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

  41. Wee Willie Winkie

    by Anonymous

    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
    Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
    Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
    Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?

    Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?
    The cat is singing purring sounds to the sleeping hen,
    The dog's spread out on the floor, and doesn't give a cheep,
    But here's a wakeful little boy who will not fall asleep!

    Anything but sleep, you rogue! glowering like the moon,'
    Rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon,
    Rumbling, tumbling round about, crowing like a cock,
    Shrieking like I don't know what, waking sleeping folk.

    Hey, Willie Winkie — the child's in a creel!
    Wriggling from everyone's knee like an eel,
    Tugging at the cat's ear, and confusing all her thrums
    Hey, Willie Winkie — see, there he comes!"

    Weary is the mother who has a dusty child,
    A small short little child, who can't run on his own,
    Who always has a battle with sleep before he'll close an eye
    But a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me.

  42. Old King Cole

    by Anonymous

    Old King Cole was a merry old soul
    And a merry old soul was he;
    He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
    And he called for his fiddlers three.
    Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
    And a very fine fiddle had he;
    Oh there's none so rare, as can compare
    With King Cole and his fiddlers three!

  43. Simple Simon

    by Anonymous

    Simple Simon met a pieman,
    Going to the fair;
    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
    Let me taste your ware.

    Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
    Show me first your penny;
    Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
    Indeed I have not any.

    Simple Simon went a-fishing,
    For to catch a whale;
    All the water he had got,
    Was in his mother's pail.

    Simple Simon went to look
    If plums grew on a thistle;
    He pricked his fingers very much,
    Which made poor Simon whistle.

  44. The Farmer in the Dell

    by Anonymous

    The farmer in the dell
    The farmer in the dell
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The farmer in the dell

    The farmer takes a wife
    The farmer takes a wife
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The farmer takes a wife

    The wife takes the child
    The wife takes the child
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The wife takes the child

    The child takes the nurse
    The child takes the nurse
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The child takes the nurse

    The nurse takes the cow
    The nurse takes the cow
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The nurse takes the cow

    The cow takes the dog
    The cow takes the dog
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The cow takes the dog

    The dog takes the cat
    The dog takes the cat
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The dog takes the cat

    The cat takes the mouse
    The cat takes the mouse
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The cat takes the mouse

    The mouse takes the cheese
    The mouse takes the cheese
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The mouse takes the cheese

    The cheese stands alone
    The cheese stands alone
    Heigh-ho, the derry-o
    The cheese stands alone

  45. Star Light Star Bright

    by Anonymous

    Star light, star bright,
    The first star I see tonight;
    I wish I may, I wish I might,
    Have the wish I wish tonight.

  46. Three Little Kittens

    by Anonymous

    Three little kittens they lost their mittens,
    And they began to cry,
    Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear
    Our mittens we have lost.
    What! lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
    Then you shall have no pie.
    Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
    No, you shall have no pie.

    The three little kittens they found their mittens,
    And they began to cry,
    Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
    Our mittens we have found!
    Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
    And you shall have some pie.
    Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
    Oh, let us have some pie.

    The three little kittens put on their mittens,
    And soon ate up the pie;
    Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear
    Our mittens we have soiled.
    What! soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!
    Then they began to sigh,
    Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
    Then they began to sigh.

    The three little kittens they washed their mittens,
    And hung them out to dry;
    Oh! mother dear, do you not hear,
    Our mittens we have washed!
    What! washed your mittens, then you’re good kittens,
    But I smell a rat close by.
    Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
    We smell a rat close by.

  47. Jack Be Nimble

    by Anonymous

    Jack be nimble,
    Jack be quick,
    Jack jump over
    The candlestick.

  48. Old McDonald Had a Farm

    by Anonymous

    Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O.
    And on that farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O.
    With a moo moo here and a moo moo there
    Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo
    Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O.

  49. Cock a doodle doo

    by Anonymous

    Cock a doodle do!
    What is my dame to do?
    Till master's found his fiddlingstick,
    She'll dance without her shoe.

    Cock a doodle do!
    My dame has found her shoe,
    And master's found his fiddlingstick,
    Sing cock a doodle do!

    Cock a doodle do!
    My dame will dance with you,
    While master fiddles his fiddlingstick,
    And knows not what to do.

  50. It's Raining It's Pouring

    by Anonymous

    It's raining; it's pouring.
    The old man is snoring.
    He went to bed and bumped his head,
    And he wouldn't get up in the morning.

  51. The Queen of Hearts

    by Anonymous

    The Queen of Hearts
    She made some tarts,
    All on a summer's day;
    The Knave of Hearts
    He stole those tarts,
    And took them clean away.
    The King of Hearts
    Called for the tarts,
    And beat the knave full sore;
    The Knave of Hearts
    Brought back the tarts,
    And vowed he'd steal no more.

  52. Five Little Speckled Frogs

    by Anonymous

    Five little speckled frogs
    Sat on a speckled log
    Eating the most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
    One jumped into the pool
    Where it was nice and cool
    Now there are Four green speckled frogs

    Four little speckled frogs
    Sat on a speckled log
    Eating the most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
    One jumped into the pool
    Where it was nice and cool
    Now there are Three green speckled frogs

    Three little speckled frogs
    Sat on a speckled log
    Eating the most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
    One jumped into the pool
    Where it was nice and cool
    Now there are Two green speckled frogs

    Two little speckled frogs
    Sat on a speckled log
    Eating the most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
    One jumped into the pool
    Where it was nice and cool
    Now there is one green speckled frog

    One little speckled frog
    Sat on a speckled log
    Eating the most delicious bugs. Yum! Yum!
    It jumped into the pool
    Where it was nice and cool
    Now there is no more speckled frogs

  53. To market, to market

    by Anonymous

    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
    To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
    Home again, home again, market is done.

  54. Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush

    by Anonymous

    Here we go round the mulberry bush,
    The mulberry bush,
    The mulberry bush.
    Here we go round the mulberry bush
    On a cold and frosty morning.

    Here we go round the mulberry bush,
    The mulberry bush,
    The mulberry bush.
    Here we go round the mulberry bush
    So early in the morning.

  55. The House that Jack Built

    by Anonymous

    This is the house that Jack built.
    This is the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the maiden all forlorn
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the man all tattered and torn
    That kissed the maiden
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the priest all shaven and shorn
    That married the man all tattered and torn
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the cock that crowed in the morn
    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
    That married the man all tattered and torn
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

    This is the farmer sowing his corn
    That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
    That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
    That married the man all tattered and torn
    That kissed the maiden all forlorn
    That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
    That tossed the dog
    That worried the cat
    That killed the rat
    That ate the malt
    That lay in the house that Jack built.

  56. How Many Miles to Babylon?

    by Anonymous

    How many miles to Babylon?
    Three score and ten.
    Can I get there by candle-light?
    Yes, and back again.
    If your heels are nimble and light,
    You may get there by candle-light.

  57. Polly Put the Kettle On

    by Anonymous

    Polly put the kettle on,
    Polly put the kettle on,
    Polly put the kettle on,
    We'll all have tea.

    Sukey take it off again,
    Sukey take it off again,
    Sukey take it off again,
    They've all gone away.

  58. The Lion and the Unicorn

    by Anonymous

    The lion and the unicorn
    Were fighting for the crown;
    The lion beat the unicorn
    All round about the town.
    Some gave them white bread,
    And some gave them brown;
    Some gave them plum cake,
    And sent them out of town.

  59. Jackanory

    by Anonymous

    I'll tell you a story
    About Jack a Nory—
    And now my story's begun;
    I'll tell you another
    About Johnny, his brother—
    And now my story is done.

  60. The Grand Old Duke of York

    by Anonymous

    Oh, The grand old Duke of York,
    He had ten thousand men;
    He marched them up to the top of the hill,
    And he marched them down again.

    And when they were up, they were up,
    And when they were down, they were down,
    And when they were only half-way up,
    They were neither up nor down.

  61. One, Two, Three, Four, Five

    by Anonymous

    One, two, three, four, five,
    Once I caught a fish alive,
    Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
    Then I let it go again.

    Why did you let it go?
    Because it bit my finger so.
    Which finger did it bite?
    This little finger on the right.

  62. Bingo Was His Name-o

    by Anonymous

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    B-I-N-G-O
    B-I-N-G-O
    B-I-N-G-O
    And Bingo was his name-o.

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    (clap)-I-N-G-O
    (clap)-I-N-G-O
    (clap)-I-N-G-O
    And Bingo was his name-o.

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    (clap)-(clap)-N-G-O
    (clap)-(clap)-N-G-O
    (clap)-(clap)-N-G-O
    And Bingo was his name-o.

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-G-O
    And Bingo was his name-o.

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-O
    And Bingo was his name-o.

    There was a man who had a dog,
    And Bingo was his name-o.
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)
    (clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)-(clap)
    And Bingo was his name-o.

  63. Lucy Locket

    by Anonymous

    Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
    Kitty Fisher found it;
    Not a penny was there in it,
    Only ribbon round it.

  64. One for Sorrow

    by Anonymous

    One for sorrow,
    Two for joy,
    Three for a girl,
    Four for a boy,
    Five for silver,
    Six for gold,
    Seven for a secret,
    Never to be told.

  65. Pease-Pudding Hot

    by Anonymous

    Pease-pudding hot,
    Pease-pudding cold,
    Pease-pudding in the pot,
    Nine days old.
    Some like it hot,
    Some like it cold,
    Some like it in the pot,
    Nine days old.

  66. Tweedledum and Tweedledee

    by Anonymous

    Tweedledum and Tweedledee
    Agreed to have a battle;
    For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
    Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

    Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
    As black as a tar-barrel;
    Which frightened both the heroes so,
    They quite forgot their quarrel.

  67. Little Tommy Tucker

    by Anonymous

    Little Tom Tucker
    Sings for his supper.
    What shall we give him?
    White bread and butter.
    How shall he cut it
    Without a knife?
    How will he be married
    Without a wife?

  68. If wishes were horses, beggars would ride

    by Anonymous

    If wishes were horses
    Beggars would ride:
    If turnips were bayonets
    I would wear one by my side.

  69. I Had a Little Nut Tree

    by Anonymous

    I had a little nut tree,
    Nothing would it bear
    But a silver nutmeg
    And a golden pear;

    The King of Spain's daughter
    Came to visit me,
    And all for the sake
    Of my little nut tree.

    Her dress was made of crimson,
    Jet black was her hair,
    She asked me for my nutmeg
    And my golden pear.

    I said, "So fair a princess
    Never did I see,
    I'll give you all the fruit
    From my little nut tree."

  70. The North Wind Doth Blow

    by Anonymous

    The north wind doth blow,
    And we shall have snow,
    And what will poor Robin do then,
    Poor thing?

    He'll sit in a barn,
    And to keep himself warm,
    Will hide his head under his wing,
    Poor thing!

  71. One Misty, Moisty Morning

    by Anonymous

    One misty, moisty morning,
    When cloudy was the weather,
    I met a little old man
    Clothed all in leather;
    He began to bow and scrape,
    And I began to grin,—
    How do you do, and how do you do,
    And how do you do again?

  72. A Wise Old Owl

    by Anonymous

    A wise old owl lived in an oak
    The more he saw the less he spoke
    The less he spoke the more he heard.
    Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

  73. Diddle, Diddle Dumpling, My Son John

    by Anonymous

    Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
    Went to bed with his trousers on;
    One shoe off, and the other shoe on,
    Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

  74. Little Polly Flinders

    by Anonymous

    Little Polly Flinders,
    Sat among the cinders,
    Warming her pretty little toes;
    Her mother came and caught her,
    And whipped her little daughter
    For spoiling her nice new clothes.

  75. A Dillar, a Dollar

    by Anonymous

    A dillar, a dollar,
    A ten o'clock scholar,
    What makes you come so soon?
    You used to come at ten o'clock
    But now you come at noon.

  76. If All The World Were Apple-Pie

    by Anonymous

    If all the world were apple-pie,
    And all the sea were ink,
    And all the trees were bread and cheese,
    What should we have to drink?

  77. Higgleby, Piggleby, My Black Hen

    by Anonymous

    Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen,
    She lays eggs for gentlemen;
    Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten,
    Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen.

  78. Three Wise Men of Gotham

    by Anonymous

    Three wise men of Gotham
    Went to sea in a bowl;
    If the bowl had been stronger,
    My song had been longer.

  79. There Was an Old Woman Lived Under a Hill

    by Anonymous

    There was an old woman lived under a hill,
    And if she's not gone, she lives there still.

  80. There Were Two Blackbirds Sitting on a Hill

    by Anonymous

    There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
    The one named Jack, the other named Jill;
    Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!
    Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

  81. Bye, Baby Bunting

    by Anonymous

    Bye, baby bunting,
    Daddy's gone a-hunting
    To get a little rabbit-skin
    To wrap the baby bunting in.

  82. Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks

    by Anonymous

    As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
    Were walking out one Sunday,
    Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
    "To-morrow will be Monday."

  83. Curly Locks

    by Anonymous

    Curly locks! Curly locks!
    Wilt thou be mine?
    Thou shalt not wash dishes
    Nor yet feed the swine;
    But sit on a cushion
    And sew a fine seam,
    And feed upon strawberries,
    Sugar and cream.

  84. Blow, Wind, Blow! and Go, Mill, Go!

    by Anonymous

    Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
    That the miller may grind his corn;
    That the baker may take it and into rolls make it,
    And send us some hot in the morn.

  85. Bobby Shaftoe's Gone to Sea

    by Anonymous

    Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
    Silver buckles at his knee;
    When he comes back, he'll marry me,
    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

    Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
    Combing down his yellow hair;
    He's my love for evermair,
    Bonny Bobby Shaftoe.

  86. "Sing a Song of Sixpence"

    by Anonymous

    Sing a song of sixpence,
    A pocket full of rye;
    Four-and-twenty blackbirds
    Baked in a pie;

    When the pie was opened
    The birds began to sing;
    Wasn't that a dainty dish
    To set before the King?

    The King was in his counting-house,
    Counting out his money;
    The Queen was in the parlor,
    Eating bread and honey;

    The maid was in the garden
    Hanging out the clothes;
    When down came a blackbird,
    And nipped off her nose.

  87. The Breakfast Song

    by Emilie Poulsson

    At five o'clock he milks the cow,
    The busy farmer's man.
    At six o'clock he strains the milk
    And pours it in the can.

    At seven o'clock the milkman's horse
    Must go to town—"get up!"
    At eight o'clock Nurse Karen pours
    The milk in Baby's cup.

    At five o'clock the Baby sleeps
    As sound as sound can be.
    At six o'clock he laughs and shouts,
    So wide awake is he.

    At seven o'clock he's in his bath,
    At eight o'clock he's dressed
    Just when the milk is ready, too,
    So you can guess the rest.

  88. A Pleasant Ship


    I saw a ship a-sailing,
    A-sailing on the sea,
    And oh! it was all laden
    With pretty things for thee!

    There were comfits in the cabin,
    And apples in the hold;
    The sails were made of silk,
    And the masts were made of gold.

    The four-and-twenty sailors
    That stood between the decks
    Were four-and-twenty white mice,
    With chains about their necks.

    The captain was a duck,
    With a packet on his back,
    And when the ship began to move,
    The captain said "Quack! Quack!"

  89. "I Had a Little Husband"

    by Emilie Poulsson

    I had a little husband
    No bigger than my thumb;
    I put him in a pint pot,
    And there I bade him drum.

    I bought a little horse,
    That galloped up and down;
    I bridled him and saddled him,
    And sent him out of town.

    I gave him some garters,
    To garter up his hose,
    And a little handkerchief,
    To wipe his pretty nose.

  90. The City Mouse and the Garden Mouse

    by Christina Georgina Rossetti

    The city mouse lives in a house;—
    The garden mouse lives in a bower,
    He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
    And sees the pretty plants in flower.

    The city mouse eats bread and cheese;—
    The garden mouse eats what he can;
    We will not grudge him seeds and stocks,
    Poor little timid furry man.

  91. "Merry are the Bells"

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,
    Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
    With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
    And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

    Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose:
    Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose:
    Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free;
    With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

    Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
    Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
    With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
    With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

  92. "When Good King Arthur Ruled This Land"

    by Emilie Poulsson

    When good King Arthur ruled this land,
    He was a goodly king;
    He took three pecks of barley meal,
    To make a bag-pudding.

    A bag-pudding the queen did make,
    And stuffed it well with plums:
    And in it put great lumps of fat,
    As big as my two thumbs.

    The king and queen did eat thereof,
    And noblemen beside;
    And what they could not eat that night,
    The queen next morning fried.

  93. The Owl, the Eel and the Warming-Pan

    by Laura E. Richards

    The owl and the eel and the warming-pan,
    They went to call on the soap-fat man.
    The soap-fat man he was not within:
    He'd gone for a ride on his rolling-pin.
    So they all came back by the way of the town,
    And turned the meeting-house upside down.

  94. Thank You, Pretty Cow

    by Jane Taylor

    Thank you, pretty cow, that made
    Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
    Every day, and every night,
    Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

    Do not chew the hemlock rank,
    Growing on the weedy bank;
    But the yellow cowslips eat,
    They will make it very sweet.

    Where the purple violet grows,
    Where the bubbling water flows,
    Where the grass is fresh and fine,
    Pretty cow, go there and dine.

  95. The Lamb

    by William Blake

    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee,
    Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
    By the stream and o'er the mead;
    Gave thee clothing of delight
    Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
    Gave thee such a tender voice,
    Making all the vales rejoice?
    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?

    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    He is called by thy name,
    For He calls Himself a Lamb.
    He is meek, and He is mild;
    He became a little child.
    I a child, and thou a lamb,
    We are called by His name.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee!
    Little Lamb, God bless thee.

  96. Raindrops

    by Jane Euphemia Saxby

    Oh, where do you come from,
    You little drops of rain,
    Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
    Down the windowpane?

    They won’t let me walk,
    They won’t let me play,
    And they won’t let me go
    Out of doors at all today.

    They put away my playthings
    Because I broke them all,
    And then they locked up all my bricks,
    And took away my ball.

    Tell me, little raindrops,
    Is that the way you play?
    Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
    All the rainy day?

    I sit here at the window;
    I've nothing else to do;
    Oh, I wish that I could play,
    This rainy day, with you!

    The little raindrops cannot speak,
    But "pitter-patter-pat"
    Means, "We can play on this side,
    Why can't you play on that?"

  97. "Moon, So Round and Yellow"

    by Matthias Barr

    Moon, so round and yellow,
    Looking from on high,
    How I love to see you
    Shining in the sky.
    Oft and oft I wonder,
    When I see you there,
    How they get to light you,
    Hanging in the air:

    Where you go at morning,
    When the night is past,
    And the sun comes peeping
    O'er the hills at last.
    Sometime I will watch you
    Slyly overhead,
    When you think I'm sleeping
    Snugly in my bed.

  98. Old Mother Hubbard

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Old Mother Hubbard
    Went to the cupboard,
    To get her poor dog a bone:
    But when she got there
    The cupboard was bare,
    And so the poor dog had none.

    She went to the baker's
    To buy him some bread,
    But when she came back
    The poor dog was dead.

    She went to the joiner's
    To buy him a coffin,
    But when she came back
    The poor dog was laughing.

    She took a clean dish
    To get him some tripe,
    But when she came back
    He was smoking a pipe.

    She went to the fishmonger's
    To buy him some fish,
    But when she came back
    He was licking the dish.

    She went to the tavern
    For white wine and red,
    But when she came back
    The dog stood on his head.

    She went to the hatter's
    To buy him a hat,
    But when she came back
    He was feeding the cat.

    She went to the barber's
    To buy him a wig,
    But when she came back
    He was dancing a jig.

    She went to the fruiterer's
    To buy him some fruit,
    But when she came back
    He was playing the flute.

    She went to the tailor's
    To buy him a coat,
    But when she came back
    He was riding a goat.

    She went to the cobbler's
    To buy him some shoes,
    But when she came back
    He was reading the news.

    She went to the seamstress
    To buy him some linen,
    But when she came back
    The dog was spinning.

    She went to the hosier's
    To buy him some hose,
    But when she came back
    He was dressed in his clothes.

    The dame made a curtesy,
    The dog made a bow,
    The dame said, "Your servant,"
    The dog said, "Bow-wow."

    This wonderful dog
    Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
    He could sing, he could dance,
    He could read, he could write.

    She gave him rich dainties
    Whenever he fed,
    And built him a monument
    When he was dead.

  99. The Death and Burial of Cock Robin

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Who killed Cock Robin?
    "I," said the Sparrow,
    "With my bow and arrow,
    I killed Cock Robin."

    Who saw him die?
    "I'" said the Fly,
    "With my little eye,
    I saw him die."

    Who caught his blood?
    "I," said the Fish,
    "With my little dish,
    I caught his blood."

    Who'll make his shroud?
    "I," said the Beetle,
    "With my thread and needle,
    I'll make his shroud."

    Who'll dig his grave?
    "I," said the Owl,
    "With my spade and trowel,
    I'll dig his grave."

    Who'll be the parson?
    "I," said the Rook,
    "With my little book.
    I'll be the parson."

    Who'll be the clerk?
    "I," said the Lark,
    "I'll say Amen in the dark;
    I'll be the clerk."

    Who'll be chief mourner?
    "I," said the Dove,
    "I mourn for my love;
    I'll be chief mourner."

    Who'll bear the torch?
    "I," said the Linnet,
    "I'll come in a minute,
    I'll bear the torch."

    Who'll sing his dirge?
    "I," said the thrush.
    "As I sing in the bush
    I'll sing his dirge."

    Who'll bear the pall?
    "We," said the Wren,
    Both the Cock and the Hen;
    "We'll bear the pall."

    Who'll carry his coffin?
    "I," said the Kite,
    "If it be in the night,
    I'll carry his coffin."

    Who'll toll the bell?
    "I," said the Bull,
    "Because I can pull,
    I'll toll the bell."

    All the birds of the air
    Fell to sighing and sobbing
    When they heard the bell toll
    For poor Cock Robin.

  100. Baby-Land

    by George Cooper

    "Which is the way to Baby-land?"
    "Any one can tell;
    Up one flight,
    To your right;
    Please to ring the bell."

    "What can you see in Baby-land?"
    "Little folks in white—
    Downy heads,
    Cradle-beds,
    Faces pure and bright!"

    "What do they do in Baby-land?"
    "Dream and wake and play,
    Laugh and crow,
    Shout and grow;
    Jolly times have they!"

    "What do they say in Baby-land?"
    "Why, the oddest things;
    Might as well
    Try to tell
    What a birdie sings!"

    "Who is the Queen of Baby-land?"
    "Mother, kind and sweet;
    And her love,
    Born above,
    Guides the little feet."

  101. The First Tooth

    by William Brighty Rands

    There once was a wood, and a very thick wood,
    So thick that to walk was as much as you could;
    But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.

    I went to this wood, at the end of the snows,
    And as I was walking I saw a primrose;
    Only one! Shall I show you the place where it grows?

    There once was a house, and a very dark house,
    As dark, I believe, as the hole of a mouse,
    Or a tree in my wood, at the thick of the boughs.

    I went to this house, and I searched it aright,
    I opened the chambers, and I found a light;
    Only one! Shall I show you this little lamp bright?

    There once was a cave, and this very dark cave
    One day took a gift from an incoming wave;
    And I made up my mind to know what the sea gave.

    I took a lit torch, I walked round the ness
    When the water was lowest; and in a recess
    In my cave was a jewel. Will nobody guess?

    O there was a baby, he sat on my knee,
    With a pearl in his mouth that was precious to me,
    His little dark mouth like my cave of the sea!

    I said to my heart, "And my jewel is bright!
    He blooms like a primrose! He shines like a light!"
    Put your hand in his mouth! Do you feel? He can bite!

  102. Baby's Breakfast

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Baby wants his breakfast,
    Oh! what shall I do?
    Said the cow, "I'll give him
    Nice fresh milk—moo-oo!"

    Said the hen, "Cut-dah cut!
    I have laid an egg
    For the Baby's breakfast—
    Take it now, I beg!"

    And the buzzing bee said,
    "Here is honey sweet.
    Don't you think the Baby
    Would like that to eat?"

    Then the baker kindly
    Brought the Baby's bread.
    "Breakfast is all ready,"
    Baby's mother said;

    "But before the Baby
    Eats his dainty food,
    Will he not say 'Thank you!'
    To his friends so good?"

    Then the bonny Baby
    Laughed and laughed away.
    That was all the "Thank you"
    He knew how to say.

  103. The Moon

    by Eliza Lee Fallen

    O, look at the moon!
    She is shining up there;
    O mother, she looks
    Like a lamp in the air.

    Last week she was smaller,
    And shaped like a bow;
    But now she's grown bigger,
    And round as an O.

    Pretty moon, pretty moon,
    How you shine on the door,
    And make it all bright
    On my nursery floor!

    You shine on my playthings,
    And show me their place,
    And I love to look up
    At your pretty bright face.

    And there is a star
    Close by you, and maybe
    That small twinkling star
    Is your little baby.

  104. Baby at Play

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Brow bender, Eye peeper,
    Nose smeller, Mouth eater,
    Chin chopper,
    Knock at the door—peep in,
    Lift up the latch—walk in.

    Here sits the Lord Mayor, here sit his two men,
    Here sits the cock, and here sits the hen;
    Here sit the chickens, and here they go in,
    Chippety, chippety, chippety, chin.

    This little pig went to market;
    This little pig stayed at home;
    This little pig got roast beef;
    This little pig got none;
    This little pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.

    One, two,
    Buckle my shoe;
    Three, four,
    Shut the door;
    Five, six,
    Pick up sticks;
    Seven, eight,
    Lay them straight;
    Nine, ten,
    A good fat hen;
    Eleven, twelve,
    Who will delve?
    Thirteen, fourteen,
    Maids a-courting;
    Fifteen, sixteen,
    Maids a-kissing;
    Seventeen, eighteen,
    Maids a-waiting;
    Nineteen, twenty,
    My stomach's empty.

  105. Grammar in Rhyme

    by Emilie Poulsson

    Three little words, you often see,
    Are articles A, An, and The.
    A Noun is the name of anything,
    As School, or Garden, Hoop, or Swing.
    Adjectives tell the kind of Noun,
    As Great, Small, Pretty, White, or Brown.
    Instead of Nouns the Pronouns stand,
    Her head, His face, Your arm, My hand.
    Verbs tell something being done—
    To Read, Count, Laugh, Sing, Jump, or Run.
    How things are done the Adverbs tell,
    As Slowly, Quickly, Ill, or Well.
    Conjunctions join the words together—
    As men And women, wind Or weather.
    The Preposition stands before
    A noun, as In or Through a door,
    The Interjection shows surprise,
    As Oh! how pretty! Ah! how wise!
    The Whole are called nine parts of speech,
    Which reading, writing, speaking teach.

  106. Days of the Month

    by Anonymous

    Thirty days hath September,
    April, June, and November;
    All the rest have thirty-one;
    February twenty-eight alone,—
    Except in leap year, at which time
    February's days are twenty-nine.

  107. The Garden Year

    by Sara Coleridge

    January brings the snow,
    Makes our feet and fingers glow.

    February brings the rain,
    Thaws the frozen lake again.

    March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
    To stir the dancing daffodil.

    April brings the primrose sweet,
    Scatters daisies at our feet.

    May brings flocks of pretty lambs
    Skipping by their fleecy dams.

    June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
    Fills the children's hands with posies.

    Hot July brings cooling showers,
    Apricots, and gillyflowers.

    August brings the sheaves of corn,
    Then the harvest home is borne.

    Warm September brings the fruit;
    Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

    Fresh October brings the pheasant;
    Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

    Dull November brings the blast;
    Then the leaves are whirling fast.

    Chill December brings the sleet,
    Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

  108. Proverbs

    by Anonymous

    If wishes were horses,
    Beggars would ride;
    If turnips were watches,
    I'd wear one by my side.

    A man of words, and not of deeds,
    Is like a garden full of weeds;
    For when the weeds begin to grow,
    Then doth the garden overflow.

    He that would thrive
    Must rise at five;
    He that hath thriven
    May lie till seven;
    And he that by the plough would thrive,
    Himself must either hold or drive.

    A swarm of bees in May
    Is worth a load of hay;
    A swarm of bees in June
    Is worth a silver spoon;
    A swarm of bees in July
    Is not worth a fly.

    They that wash on Monday
    Have all the week to dry;
    They that wash on Tuesday
    Are not so much awry;
    They that wash on Wednesday
    Are not so much to blame;
    They that wash on Thursday,
    Wash for shame;
    They that wash on Friday,
    Wash in need;
    And they that wash on Saturday,
    Oh, they are slovens, indeed.

    Needles and pins, needles and pins,
    When a man marries, his trouble begins.

    For every evil under the sun,
    There is a remedy, or there is none.
    If there be one, try and find it;
    If there be none, never mind it.

    Tommy's tears, and Mary's fears,
    Will make them old before their years.

    If "ifs" and "ands"
    Were pots and pans,
    There would be no need for tinkers!

    For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;
    For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;
    For want of the horse, the rider was lost;
    For want of the rider, the battle was lost;
    For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost;
    And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.

  109. Kind Hearts

    by Anonymous

    Kind hearts are the gardens,
    Kind thoughts are the roots,
    Kind words are the blossoms,
    Kind deeds are the fruits;
    Love is the sweet sunshine
    That warms into life,
    For only in darkness
    Grow hatred and strife.

  110. Weather Wisdom

    by Anonymous

    A sunshiny shower
    Won't last half an hour.

    Rain before seven,
    Fair by eleven.

    The South wind brings wet weather,
    The North wind wet and cold together;
    The West wind always brings us rain,
    The East wind blows it back again.

    March winds and April showers
    Bring forth May flowers.

    Evening red and morning gray
    Set the traveller on his way,
    But evening gray and morning red,
    Bring the rain upon his head.

    Rainbow at night
    Is the sailor's delight;
    Rainbow at morning,
    Sailors, take warning.

  111. Old Superstitions

    by Anonymous

    See a pin and pick it up,
    All the day you'll have good luck;
    See a pin and let it lay,
    Bad luck you will have all day.

    Cut your nails on Monday, cut them for news;
    Cut them on Tuesday, a pair of new shoes;
    Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for health;
    Cut them on Thursday, cut them for wealth;
    Cut them on Friday, cut them for woe;
    Cut them on Saturday, a journey you'll go;
    Cut them on Sunday, you'll cut them for evil,
    For all the next week you'll be ruled by the devil.

    Marry Monday, marry for wealth;
    Marry Tuesday, marry for health;
    Marry Wednesday, the best day of all;
    Marry Thursday, marry for crosses;
    Marry Friday, marry for losses;
    Marry Saturday, no luck at all.

    Sneeze on a Monday, you sneeze for danger;
    Sneeze on a Tuesday, you'll kiss a stranger;
    Sneeze on a Wednesday, you sneeze for a letter;
    Sneeze on a Thursday, for something better;
    Sneeze on a Friday, you sneeze for sorrow;
    Sneeze on a Saturday, your sweetheart to-morrow;
    Sneeze on a Sunday, your safety seek—
    The devil will have you the whole of the week.

    Monday's Child (1838) Delete Monday's child is fair of face,
    Tuesday's child is full of grace,
    Wednesday's child is full of woe,
    Thursday's child has far to go,
    Friday's child is loving and giving,
    Saturday's child works hard for its living,
    And a child that's born on the Sabbath day
    Is fair and wise and good and gay.