Goosey Goosey Gander

Goosey Goosey Gander,

Wither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my Lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,

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

Little Miss Muffet

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!
 Itsy Bitsy Spider

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout

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

Five little speckled frogs

Five little speckled frogs

Sat on a speckled log
Eating some most delicious grubs.
One jumped into the pool
Where it was nice and cool
Then there were four green speckled frogs.

Simple Simon

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."

Georgie Porgie

Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie ran away.
 Froggy would a-wooing go
A Frog he would a wooing go, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,
A Frog he would a-wooing go, Whether this mother would let him or no,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

He saddled and bridled a great black snail, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,

He saddled and bridled a great black snail, And rode between the horns and the tail,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Roley.

So off he set with his opera hat, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,

So off he set with his opera hat, And on the way he met with a rat,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

They rode till they came to Mousey Hall, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,
They rode till they came to Mousey Hall, And there they both did knock and call,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" Heigh-ho, says Roley,

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?" "Oh yes, sir, here I sit and spin."
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

Then Mrs. Mouse she did come down, Heigh-ho, says Roley,
Then Mrs. Mouse she did come down, All smartly dressed in a russet gown,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Roley.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, can you give us some beer," Heigh-ho, says Rowley,
"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, can you give us some beer, That froggy and I may have good cheer?"
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

She had not been sitting long to spin, Heigh-ho, says Roley,
She had not been sitting long to spin, When the cat and the kittens came tumbling in,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Roley.

The cat she seized Master Rat by the crown, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,
The cat she seized Master Rat by the crown, The kitten she pulled Miss Mousey down,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright, He took up his hat and he wished them "Good night!"
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

And as he was passing over the brook, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,

And as he was passing over the brook, A lily white duck came and gobbled him up,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

So there's an end of one, two, and three, Heigh-ho, says Rowley,

So there's an end of one, two, and three, The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy,
With a Roley, Poley, Gammon and Spinach, Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.
 Three Blind Mice

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 thing in your life
As three blind mice?

This Old Man

This old man, he played one;

He played knick-knack on my thumb.
With a knick-knack, paddy whack,
Give a dog a bone;
This old man came rolling home.

This old man, he played two;

He played knick-knack on my shoe.
With a knick-knack, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a 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, paddy whack,
Give a dog a bone;
This old man came rolling home.

1 2 Buckle My Shoe

1, 2, Buckle my shoe.
3, 4 Shut the door.
5, 6 Pick up sticks.
7, 8 Lay them straight.
9, 10 A big fat hen

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 A B C Tumble

A, B, C, tumble down D,
The cat's in the cupboard
And can't see me.

Apple Harvest

Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,

The finest of pippins that ever you see;
The apples are ripe and ready to fall,
And Richard and Robin shall gather 'em all.

Army And Navy

These doggies three, as you can see,

Are members of the Queen's Armee;
"Of all the lives," said they, "to lead,
A soldier's life's the best indeed!"

They stood at 'tention, stiff as starch,

Till Corporal Pincher cried, "Quick march!"
They drilled so well , they were all three,
A credit to the Queen's Armee!

They had for friends, as you can see,

Three sailors in the Queen's Navee.
"We sail," said they, "the ocean blue,
And we can dance a hornpipe too!"

With soldiers bold and sailors true,

I feel the country's safe, don't you?
No danger now need be expected
Because we are so well protected.
 Around the Green Gravel

Around the green gravel the grass grows green,

And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.

As I Was Going Up A Hill

As I was going up the hill

I met with Jack the Piper,
And all the tunes that he could play
Was 'Tie up your petticoats tighter.'

I tied them once, I tied them twice,

I tied them three times over,
And all the songs that he could sing
Was 'Carry me safe to Dover.'

As I Was Sitting

As I was sitting in my chair,

I KNEW the bottom wasn't there,
Nor legs nor back, but I JUST SAT,
Ignoring little things like that.
 As I walked by myself

As I walked by myself,
And talked by myself.
Myself said unto me:
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,
And said to myself.
In the selfsame repartee:
Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The self same thing will be!

As I Was Going Along

As I was going along, along,

A-singing a comical song, song, song,
The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
And the song that I sang was so long, long, long,
And so I went singing along.

A Wish

I would like to be a queen.

And to walk in gardens green,
And to have the pages all before me bow.

And I ever would be seen

Guarded by the soldiers keen,
With a gleaming golden crown upon my brow.
 A Wise Old Owl

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?

A Wild Flower Alphabet

A for the Aconite, first of the year,

B for the Buttercup, able to hold Dewdrop

and rain in its chalice of gold.

C for the Cowslip, sweet joy of the spring;

When cowslips are blooming the nightingales sing.

D for the Daisy, white star of the grass,

Lifting its bright eye to us as we pass.

E for the Eglantine, lovely wild rose,

Sheds fragrance of sweetbrair where - ever it grows.

F for the Foxglove, the sentinel tall,

Guarding the forest from summer to fall.

G for the Gorse of rich golden delight;

Linnaeus went down on his knees at the sight.

H for the Harebell, so fragile, yet strong,

The dear little Blue Bells of Scotland in song.

I for the Iris which grows by the stream,

The Flower of the Rainbow, how golden its gleam !

J for St John's Wort, of medical fame,

Balm of the Warrior's Wound was its name.

K for the Kingcup that loves marshy fields,

And glorious the harvest of gold that it yields!

L for the Ling, the dear flower of the heath,

How tender its colour, how fragrant its breath!
 M for the Meadowsweet, pleasant and rare
Is the perfume with which it enchanteth the air!

N for the Nightshade, or Bittersweet, flower,

With its berries and blossoms of poisonous power.

O for the Oxlip, a flower that you'll find

When cowslips and orchids in posies you bind.

P for the Primrose, recalling to sight

Paths in the woodland a- shimmer with light.

Q for the Quaking grass, name that it takes

From the way it unceasingly shivers and shakes.

R for the Rest-harrow, staying the plough,

Food for the gentle-eyed, ruminant cow.

S for the Speedwell, tenderest blue;

From the skies it has taken its exquisite hue.

T for the traveller's Joy that you'll find

Where sweet sheltering hedgerows wander and wind.

U for the Upright Sea-lavender flower;

The sand-swallows claim it for sheltering bower.

V for the Violet, flower of the soul,

Heart's-ease of Paradise, making us whole.

W for windflower, so fair to the sight,

That throws o'er the woodlands her mantle of light.

X Forms a cross in the Passion- flower wild

In Southern America, balmy and mild.

Y for the Yarrow, all wayfarers know,

As it grows by the wayside where ever you go.

Z is the ribbon this posy to bind,

With the thoughts and the fragrance
it brings to your mind.
Trisha Rose Z. Ojeda

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