Rhymes and Stories
Children call me Mother Goose
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home
Ladybug, Ladybug, fly away home
Jack Sprat would eat no fat
Little Betty Blue, Lost her holiday shoe
There was an old woman lived under the hill
There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner
Little Tom Tucker sings for his supper
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie
One for the money, two for the show
Sneeze on Monday, sneeze for danger
One, two, three, four, five
A, B, and C-- worms are blind and can't see
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday
One little, two little, three little Indians
Here we go round the mulberry bush
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
This little piggy went to market
Elsie Marley has grown so fine
Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen
She sells sea shells by the sea shore
Mew, mew, mew, Whose cat are you?
I love little kitty, her coat is so warm
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Goosey, goosey, gander, Where do you wander?
Kitty cat, kitty cat, where have you been?
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Ride a black horse to Banbury Cross
Oh, do you know the muffin-man
Simple Simon met a pieman
Go to bed late, Stay very small
Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle
The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
End of Mother Goose Visit
Children call me Father Goose
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
Lucy Locket lost her pocket
What are little boys made of? What are little girls made of?
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
Ding, dong, bell, the kitty's in the well
One, two, three, four, five
Monday's child is fair of face
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
How Anansi the Spider Got Long Legs
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
There was a Piper had a Cow
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Eensy Weensy Spider climbed up the water spout
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Little Polly Flinders sat among the cinders
London Bridge is falling down
One misty, moisty morning
Hot cross buns, hot cross buns
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John
Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
End of Father Goose Visit