Nursery Rhymes and Poems

Young Tommy had a sword of wood.
A wooden sword,
And marched as stiffly as he could,
Just like a board.
With sword in hand, he said he’d stand
If Lions roared.
Just then he saw a little mouse
Peep through a cranny,
And Tom ran sobbing through the house
To find his Granny.
And in her arms, was safe from harms,
And dangers many.

What’s this round and prickly thing?
Can it be a pincushin?
No! Pincushions never grow
In the fields where daisies blow
Oh! and now I see a nose
With four little tiny toes,
And as it opens in the sun
How those black beetles cut and run!
But see, it hears a barking dog
And rolls up safe, that poor hedgehog.

The Hart he loves the high wood,
The Hare he loves the hill,
The Knight he loves his bright sword,
The Lady loves her will.

The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild;
He has devoured the infant child,
The infant child is not aware
He has been eaten by the bear.

A Lettuce walking out one day,
Lost his head, so lost his way;
A Pumpkin happened on the scene,
And said it came from being green.

“NOW, my pretty little dears,
Little Pitchers have big ears;
But never let me hear it said
That your mouths are big instead.”

Sammy smith would drink and eat
From morning unto night;
He filled his mouth so full of meat
It was a shameful sight.
Sometimes he gave a book or toy
For apples, cake, or plum;
And grudged if any other boy
Should taste a single crumb.
Indeed, he ate and drank so fast,
And used to stuff and cram,
The name they called him by [...]

The grave old clock on the mantelpiece
Is ticking the hours away;
There’s never a smile on his solemn-face
Through out all the merry day,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Whatever we do or say.
When his hands are showing a quarter to nine
WE must hurry to school away;
The clock never scolds or gives usa frown
If we stop a minute to play.
Tick-tock, tick tock,
Whether [...]

The girl in the lane that couldn’t speak plain
Cried gobble, gobble, gobble;
The man on the hill that couldn’t stand still
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.

When I was a little girl, about seven years old,
I hadn’t got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold.
So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.
I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
And all the birds of the air, they helped [...]