Nursery Rhymes and Poems

What did I dream? I do not know:
The fragments fly like chaff.
Yet strange, my mind was tickled so
I cannot help but laugh.

WHAT care I how black I be?
Twenty pounds shall marry me.
If twenty won’t forty shall,
For I’m my mother’s bouncing girl.

What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That’s what little boys are made of !”
What are little girls made of?
“Sugar and spice and all things nice
That’s what little girls are made of!”

What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.

What a wonderful bird the frog are
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

If all the seas were one sea,
What a Great sea that would be!
If all the trees were one tree,
What a Great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a Great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a Great man that would be!
And if the Great man [...]

Wee Willie Winkie
runs through the town,
upstairs, downstairs,
in his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows,
crying through the lock,
“Are the children all in bed?
For now it’s eight 8 o’clock”.

Evening red and morning grey
Set the traveller on his way.
Evening grey and morning red
Bring the rain upon his head.

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not.
Whether the weather be cold.
Or whether the weather be hot.
We’ll weather the weather,
Whatever the weather.
Whether we like it or not!