Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, Who sat down beside ...
Mares eat oats, And does eat oats, And little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy, too, Wouldn’t you?
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells, And pretty maids all in a ...
Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child ...
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe ...
My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor’s ...
How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think ...
Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam— O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream!
Sailing ...
Come up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room, Children, you may ...
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder: I must tramp on through ...