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Nursery Rhymes

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  • Poem
    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 gone,
    When he nothing shines upon,
    Then you show your little light,...
  • Poem
    By Sarah Josepha Hale
    Mary had a little lamb,
    Its fleece was white as snow;
    And everywhere that Mary went
    The lamb was sure to go.

    It 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...
  • Poem
    By William Miller
    Wee Willie Winkie
        Rins through the toun,
    Up stairs and doun stairs
        In his nicht-gown,
    Tirling at the window,
        Crying at the lock,
    “Are the weans in their bed,
        For it’s now ten o’clock?
     
    “Hey, Willie Winkie,
        Are ye coming ben?
    The cat’s singing grey...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Little boy blue,
    Come blow your horn,
    The sheep's in the meadow,
    The cow's in the corn.
    But where is the boy
    Who looks after the sheep?
    He's under a haystack,
    Fast asleep.
  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    A fox jumped out one winter’s night,
    And begged the moon to give him light.
    For he’d many miles to trot that night
    Before he reached his den O!
                 ...
  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    As I was going to St. Ives,
    I met a man with seven wives,
    Each wife had seven sacks,
    Each sack had seven cats,
    Each cat had seven kits:
    Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
    How many were there going to St. Ives? 



  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    The wheels on the bus
    go round and round,
    Round and round,
    round and round.
    The wheels on the bus
    go round and round,
    All day long.

    The wipers on the bus go
    swish, swish, swish ...

    The...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
    He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
    He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
    And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    Little Robin Redbreast
        Sat upon a tree;
    Up went Pussy-cat,
        Down went he.

    Down came Pussy-cat,
        And away Robin ran;
    Says little Robin Redbreast
        “Catch me if you can.”

    Little Robin Redbreast
        Hopped...
  • Poem
    By Anonymous
    Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.
    I don't know why she swallowed a fly.
    Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

    Poor old lady, she swallowed a spider.
    It squirmed and wriggled and turned inside her.
    She swallowed...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    It’s raining, it’s pouring,
        The old man’s snoring.
    He got into bed
        And bumped his head
    And couldn’t get up in the morning.
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    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?
    ...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Thirty days hath September,
    April, June and November.
    All the rest have thirty-one,
    Excepting February alone,
    And that has twenty-eight days clear
    And twenty-nine in each leap year.
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Jack be nimble,
    Jack be quick,
    Jack jump over
    The candlestick.
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    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,
    To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
    With...
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    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!"
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Ring around the rosy,
    Pocket full of posy,
    Ashes!   Ashes!
    We all fall down!
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    Pease porridge hot,
    Pease porridge cold,
    Pease porridge in the pot
    Nine days old.
  • Poem
    By Mother Goose
    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.
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