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Tag Archives: nursery rhymes
Humpty Dumpty, we’ve all heard of him, Sat on a wall to tipple his gin, Fell off it backwards and cracked his head. Altogether a very bad egg! First posted: 2013
Two white geese Two white geese Hear how they squawk Hear how they squawk They launch attacks on the intruding thief Who scuttles back and rapidly leave None are better for guarding the peace Than two white geese 38 words … Continue reading
Humpty Dumpty, we’ve all heard of him, Sat on a wall to tipple his gin, Fell off it backward and cracked his head. Altogether a very bad egg! First posted: 2013
Goldilocks, Goldilocks, Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet feed the swine. But sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And sup upon strawberries, sugar and cream. I must refuse you, Kindly Sir. For … Continue reading
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, what could she do? So she went to the doctor; he asked, “Are you ill?” “No,” she replied. “I just need the Pill.”
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To fetch her poor doggy a bone. But when she bent down The dog came around . . . Woo! No, that’s not the version I know.
Lavender Blue, Dilly Dilly Lavender Green When I am king, Dilly, Dilly You shall be queen. Lavender Green, Silly Billy Lavender Blue When I am queen, Silly Billy I’LL EXECUTE YOU!
Three baked mice Three baked mice They all snuck into the microwave They’ve all been baking since I don’t know when They’ll never run after their tails again Three baked mice.
Hey diddle dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his trousers on One shoe off and one shoe on Cos Saturday night’s spent on the town For those who like the silly rhymes You’re not forgotten