Tag: Poetry
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Mother Goose: Sing a Song of Sixpence
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE 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;Was not 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, …
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Mother Goose: Little Pussy
LITTLE PUSSY I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don’t hurt her She’ll do me no harm; So I’ll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play.
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Mother Goose: Buttons
BUTTONS Buttons, a farthing a pair!Come, who will buy them of me?They’re round and sound and pretty,And fit for girls of the city.Come, who will buy them of me? Buttons, a farthing a pair!
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Mother Goose: Jack and His Fiddle
JACK AND HIS FIDDLE “Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive.”“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle To any man alive. “If I should give my fiddle, They’ll think that I’ve gone mad;For many a joyous day My fiddle and I have had.”
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Mother Goose: The Cat and the Fiddle
THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE 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.
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Mother Goose: Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I,Three bags full; One for my master,One for my dame,But none for the little boyWho cries in the lane.
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Mother Goose: Little Fred
LITTLE FRED When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers; He kissed mamma, and then papa, And straightway went upstairs.
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Mother Goose: Sleep, Baby, Sleep
SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP Sleep, baby, sleep,Our cottage vale is deep:The little lamb is on the green,With woolly fleece so soft and clean– Sleep, baby, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep,Down where the woodbines creep;Be always like the lamb so mild,A kind, and sweet, and gentle child. Sleep, baby, sleep.
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Mother Goose: To Babylon
TO BABYLON How many miles is it to Babylon?– Threescore miles 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.
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Mother Goose: I’ll Tell You a Story
I’LL TELL YOU A STORY I’ll tell you a story About Jack-a-Nory:And now my story’s begun. I’ll tell you another About his brother:And now my story is done.