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by Sylvia Long


  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’re all gone away.

  Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,

  Pease porridge in the pot nine days old.

  Some like it hot, some like it cold,

  Some like it in the pot nine days old.

  “To bed, to bed,” says Sleepy-head;

  “Let’s stay awhile,” says Slow.

  “Put on the pan,” says Greedy-Nan,

  “We’ll sup before we go.”

  There was an old woman

  Who lived in a shoe.

  She had so many children

  She didn’t know what to do.

  So she gave them some broth,

  With plenty of bread.

  She kissed them all sweetly

  And put them to bed.

  Buttons, a farthing a pair!

  Come, who will buy them of me?

  They’re round and sound and pretty,

  And fit for the girls of the city.

  Come, who will buy them of me?

  Buttons, a farthing a pair!

  There was a crooked man,

  Who 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.

  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?

  There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill.

  One named Jack and the other named Jill.

  Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!

  Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

  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.

  “Yaup, yaup, yaup!”

  Said the croaking voice of a frog;

  “A rainy day

  In the month of May,

  And plenty of room in the bog.”

  “Yaup, yaup, yaup!”

  Said the frog, as it hopped away;

  “The insects feed

  On the floating weed,

  And I’m hungry for dinner today.”

  “Yaup, yaup, yaup!”

  Said the frog, as it splashed about;

  “Good neighbors all,

  When you hear me call,

  It is odd that you do not come out.”

  “Yaup, yaup, yaup!”

  Said the frog; “It is charming weather;

  We’ll come and sup

  When the moon is up,

  And we’ll all of us croak together.”

  Rain, rain, go away

  Come again another day;

  Little Johnny wants to play.

  Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,

  Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown,

  Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,

  “Are the babes in their beds? For it’s now eight o’clock.”

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

  Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee,

  The fly shall marry the bumblebee.

  They went to the church, and married was she:

  The fly has married the bumblebee.

  Come take up your hats, and away let us haste,

  To the Butterfly’s Ball, and the Grasshopper’s Feast.

  The trumpeter, Gadfly, has summoned the crew,

  And the revels are now only waiting for you.

  Three little kittens they lost their mittens,

  And they began to cry,

  Oh, Mother dear, we sadly fear

  That we have lost our mittens.

  What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!

  Then you shall have no pie.

  Mee-ow, 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,

  That we have found our mittens.

  Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,

  And you shall have some pie.

  Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,

  Oh, let us have some pie.

  Ride a cock-horse

  To Banbury Cross

  To see what Tommy can buy.

  A penny white loaf,

  A penny white cake,

  And a two-penny apple pie.

  Simple Simon met a pieman

  Going to the fair;

  Said Simple Simon to the pieman,

  “Let me taste your ware.”

  Said the pieman to Simple Simon,

  “Show me first your penny.”

  Said Simple Simon to the pieman,

  “Indeed I have not any.”

  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.

  Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,

  Stole a pig, and away he run;

  The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,

  And Tom ran crying down the street.

  The north wind doth blow,

  And we shall have snow,

  And what will poor robin do then?

  Poor thing!

  He’ll sit in the barn

  And keep himself warm,

  And hide his head under his wing.

  Poor thing!

  Come hither, sweet robin,

  And be not afraid,

  I would not hurt even a feather;

  Come hither, sweet robin,

  And pick up some bread,

  To feed you in this very cold weather.

  I don’t mean to frighten you,

  Poor little thing,

  And pussycat is not behind me.

  So hop about pretty,

  And drop down your wing,

  And pick up some crumbs,

  And don’t mind me.

  Mary had a little lamb

  With fleece as white as snow.

  And everywhere that Mary went

  The lamb was sure to go.

  It followed her to school one day—

  That 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.

  “Why does the lamb love Mary so?”

  The eager children cry.

  “Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know!”

  The teacher did reply.

  This little piggy went to market,

  This little piggy stayed home,

  This little piggy had roast beef,

  This little piggy had none,

  This little piggy cried wee-wee-wee . . .

  All the way home.

  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!

  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man,

  Bake me a cake as fast as you can.

  Roll it, and pat it, and mark it with B,

  And put it in the oven for baby and me!

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  Once went to town to buy a bun.

  They couldn’t decide on plum or plain,

  And so they went back home again.

  I love you well, my little brother,

  And you are fond of me;

  Let us be kind to one another,

  As brothers ought to be.

  You shall learn to play with me,

  And learn to use my toys;

  And then I think that we shall be

  Two happy little boys.

  See saw, Margery Daw,

  Jacky shall have a new master.

  Jacky shall have but a penny a day,

  Because he can’t work any faster.

  Come, my children, come away,

  For the sun shines bright today;

  Little children, come with me,

  Birds and brooks and posies see;

  Get your hats and come away,

  For it is a pleasant day.

  Everything is laughing, singing,

  All the pretty flowers are springing;

  See the kitten, full of fun,

  Sporting in the brilliant sun;

  Children too may sport and play,

  For it is a pleasant day.

  Bring the hoop, and bring the ball,

  Come with happy faces all;

  Let us make a merry ring,

  Talk and laugh, and dance and sing.

  Quickly, quickly, come away,

  For it is a pleasant day.

  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.

  Bossy-cow, bossy-cow, where do you lie?

  In the green meadow under the sky.

  Billy-horse, billy-horse, where do you lie?

  Out in the stable with nobody nigh.

  Birdies bright, birdies sweet, where do you lie?

  Up in the treetops — oh, ever so high!

  Baby dear, baby love, where do you lie?

  In my warm crib, with Mama close by.

  Come to the window,

  My baby, with me,

  And look at the stars

  That shine on the sea!

  There are two little stars

  That play at bo-peep

  With two little fish

  Far down in the deep,

  And two little frogs

  Cry “Neep, neep, neep.”

  I see a dear baby

  That should be asleep.

  INDEX OF FIRST LINES

  The index entries below are as they appeared in the print version of the book and are included here for your reference. Please use the search function on your eReader to search for terms of interest.

  A robin and a robin’s son

  A was an angler

  Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool

  Bossy-cow, bossy-cow, where do you lie

  Bow-wow, says the dog

  Bow, wow, wow

  Buttons, a farthing a pair

  Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose

  Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe

  Cock a doodle doo

  Cock Robin got up early

  Come hither, sweet robin

  Come, my children, come away

  Come take up your hats, and away let us haste

  Come to the window

  Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine

  Daffy-Down-Dilly is now come to town

  Dame Trot and her cat

  Dance, little baby, dance up high

  Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John

  Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty

  Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee

  Hey, diddle, diddle

  Hickory, dickory, dock

  Hot-cross buns

  Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

  Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top

  I love little pussy

  I love you well, my little brother

  Jack and Jill went up the hill

  Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

  Jack Spratt could eat no fat

  Little Betty Blue

  Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep

  Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn

  Little Jack Horner

  Little Miss Muffet

  Little Robin Red-breast

  Little Tommy Tittlemouse

  Lucy Locket lost her pocket

  Mary had a little lamb

  Mary, Mary, quite contrary

  Monday’s child is fair of face

  Old King Cole was a merry old soul

  Old Mother Hubbard

  Once I saw a little bird

  One, two, buckle my shoe

  Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man

  Pease porridge hot

  Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater

  Peter Piper picked a peck

  Polly, put the kettle on

  Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been

  Rain, rain, go away

  Ride a cock-horse

  Ring around the rosies

  Rock-a-bye, baby

  Rub-a-dub-dub

  See saw, Margery Daw

  Simple Simon met a pieman

  Sing a song of sixpence

  Sleep, baby, sleep

  The cock crows in the morn

  The north wind doth blow

  There was a crooked man

  There was a little girl who had a little curl

  There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

  There was an old woman who lived in Dundee

  There were two birds sat upon a stone

  There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill

  There’s a neat little clock

  This is the way we wash our hands

  This little piggy went to market

  Three blind mice

  Three little kittens they lost their mittens

  “To bed, to bed,” says Sleepy-head

  To market, to market, to buy a fat pig

  Tom, Tom, the piper’s son

  Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

  Twinkle, twinkle, little star

  Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town

  “Yaup, yaup, yaup!”

  SYLVIA LONG is the illustrator of many books for children including the bestselling Hush Little Baby, Ten Little Rabbits and Alejandro’s Gift. Ms. Long’s detailed paintings are inspired by her love of animals and the outdoors. She lives in Arizona. This is her ninth book.

 

 

 


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