Nursery Rhymes and Poems

The month it was April,
The day it was sunny,
I plucked him a primrose
And the moon came like honey.

The Pocketbook has money,
On that subject he is daft;
But when one strikes him for a loan
He answers, “I am strapped.”

There dwelt a miller, hale and bold,
Beside the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn till night,
No lark more blithe than he;
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be:
“I envy nobody – no, not I -
And nobody envies me!”
“Thou’rt wrong, my friend,” said good King Hal,
“As wrong as wrong can be;
For could my [...]

The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope.
His jointed tongue that lies beneath
A hundred curious rows of teeth;
His seven tufted tails with lots
Of lovely pink and purple spots,
On each of which a pattern stands,
Composed of forty separate bands;
His eyebrows of a tender [...]

Bless you bless you, Burnie bee,
Tell me where my true love be;
Be she East, or be she West,
Seek who she loveth best;
Go whisper in her ear
That I forever think of her;
Tell her all I have to say
Is about our wedding day.
Burnie bee, no longer stay,
Take to your wings and fly away.

Hey diddle dinkety poppety pet,
The merchants of London they wear scarlet,
Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
So merrily march the merchant men.

I have been to the meadow-bout fields,
And I have been to the gorses;
And I have been to the meadow-bout fields,
To seek my master’s horses.
And I got wet, and very very wet,
And I got wet and weary,
And I was wet, and very very wet
When I came home to Mary!

There was a man and he went mad,
And he jumped into a biscuit bag;
The biscuit bag it was so full,
So he jumped into a roaring bull;
The roaring bull it was so fat,
So he jumped into a gentleman’s hat;
The gentleman’s hat it was so fine,
So he jumped into a bottle of wine;
The bottle of wine it [...]

There was a man and he had naught,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney pot,
And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t’other side,
And then they could not find him;
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never looked behind him.

There was an old man of Tobago
Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,
Till much to his bliss,
His physician said this:
“To a leg, sir, of mutton, you may go.”