151 Nursery Rhymes

London Bridge is falling down,Falling down, falling down;London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady.Build it up with iron bars,Iron bars, iron bars;Built it up with iron bars, My fair lady.Iron bars will bend and break,Bend and break, bend and break;Iron bars will bend and break, My fair lady.Built it up with stone so strong,Stone […]

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,All on a summer’s day;The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,And took them clean away.The King of Hearts called for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,And vowed he’d steal no more.

In the other gardens,And all up the vale;From the autumn bonfires,See the smoke trail!Pleasant summer over,And all the summer flowers;The red fire blazes,The grey smoke towers.Sing a song of seasons!Something bright in all!Flowers in the summer,Fires in the fall!

There was a jolly miller,Lived on the river Dee.He worked and sangFrom morn till night,No lark so blithe as he;And this the burden of his songFor ever used to be,I jump mejerrime jee!I care for nobody-no! not I,Since nobody cares for me.

There was an old woman who went up in a basket,Seventy times as high as the moon;What she did there I could not but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.“Old woman, old woman, old woman,” said I,“Whither oh whither oh whither so high?”“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,And I shall be

It’s time to sleep.I’ve brushed my teeth,And read my book;I’ve put my bathrobe,On the hook, and…I just can’t sleep.The bed’s too hot,The light’s too bright;There are far too many,Sounds tonight, and…Maybe I’ll sleep.I think I might, I think I’ll –yawn–Turn out the light. Good night. Zzzzzz…

I have a little shadowThat goes in and out with me;And what can be the use of himIs more than I can see.He is very, very like meFrom the heels up to the head;And I see him jump before me,When I jump into my bed.

The friendly cow all red and white,I love with all my heart.She gives me cream with all her might,To eat with apple-tart.She wanders lowing here and there,And yet she cannot stray.All in the pleasant open air,The pleasant light of day.And blown by all the winds that pass,And wet with all the showers,She walks among the

Five little speckled frogs,Sat on a speckled log.Eating the most delicious grubs,Yum, Yum.One jumped into the pool,Where it was nice and cool.Now there are four greenspeckled frogs,Grub, grub.

Peas-pudding hot,Peas-pudding cold;Peas-pudding in the pot,Nine days old.Some like it hot,Some like it cold;Some like it in the pot,Nine days old.

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack,All dressed in black, black, black;With silver buttons, buttons, buttons,All down her back, back, back.She went upstairs to make her bed,She made a mistake and bumped her head;She went downstairs to wash the dishes,She made a mistake and washed her wishes;She went outside to hang her clothes,She made a mistake and

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee,Agreed to have a battle;For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee,Had spoiled his nice new rattle.Just then flew down a monstrous crow,As big as a tar-barrel;Which frightened both the heroes so,They quite forgot their quarrel.

One misty moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,There I met an old man.Clothed all in leather;Clothed all in leather,With cap under his chin–How do you do, and how do you do,And how do you do again!

I love to see the raindrops,Splashing on the pavements.I love to see the sunlight,Twinkling in the rain.I love to see the wind-gusts,Drying up the raindrops.I love to feel the sunshine,Coming out again!

Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you;But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I;But when the trees bowdown their heads,The wind is passing by.