Baby dear, good night, good night, Doggie lies in slumbers deep; Hush-a-bye, my treasure bright, Pussy, too, is fast asleep. Don't you wake them! If you do, Pups will bark, and Puss will mew. Go to sleep, and never fear, Mother will call when morning's near.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat His wife could eat no lean And so betwixt the two of them They licked the platter clean
Jack ate all the lean, Joan ate all the fat. The bone they picked it clean, Then gave it to the cat
Jack Sprat was wheeling, His wife by the ditch. The barrow turned over, And in she did pitch.
Says Jack, "She'll be drowned!" But Joan did reply, "I don't think I shall, For the ditch is quite dry.".
History
The Jack Sprat alluded to in this English poem is reputed to be King Charles I (1625-1649) and Henrietta Maria, his Queen (1609-1669). Apparently, when King Charles (Jack Sprat) declared war on Spain, parliament refused to finance him (leaving him lean!) So his wife imposed an illegal war tax (to get some fat!) after the angered King (Jack Sprat) dissolved Parliament.
Jack be nimble Jack be quick Jack jump over The candlestick.
History
Origin and History to the words of Jack be nimble The most commonly agreed origin for the Jack be nimble rhyme is the connection to Black Jack, an English pirate who was notorious for escaping from the authorities in the late 16th century hence Jack be nimble... The words of the Jack be nimble rhyme cannot be further analysed due to the brevity of the text of the lyrics but could be associated with the old tradition and sport of 'candle leaping' which used to be practised at some English fairs.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after. Up got Jack, and home did trot As fast as he could caper He went to bed and bound his head With vinegar and brown paper.
History
Jack and Jill story - The French (history) connection! The roots of the story, or poem, of Jack and Jill are in France. Jack and Jill referred to are said to be King Louis XVI - Jack -who was beheaded (lost his crown) followed by his Queen Marie Antoinette - Jill - (who came tumbling after). The words and lyrics to the Jack and Jill poem were made more acceptable as a story for children by providing a happy ending! The actual beheadings occurred in during the Reign of Terror in 1793. The first publication date for the lyrics of Jack and Jill rhyme is 1795 - which ties-in with the history and origins. The Jack and Jill poem is also known as Jack and Gill - the mis-spelling of Gill is not uncommon in nursery rhymes as they are usually passed from generation to generation by word of mouth.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
Then the traveler in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveler in the dark, Through I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
This little piggie went to market, This little piggie stayed home, This little piggie had roast beef, This little piggie had none, And this little piggie cried, "Wee! Wee! Wee!" All the way home.
Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flow'r, Its colors bright and fair, It might have graced a rosy bow'r Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there it spread its sweet perfume Within the silent shade, Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flow'r to see, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility.
Near the end of the alphabet Just before Y Lives a letter that's made By crossing two lines And this letter called X Can sound like K-S If it comes at the end of A word such as flex
Or right in the middle Like in saxophone Or Texas or taxes Or New Mexico I hear it in six And I hear it in fox I hear it in axe And I hear it in box
It comes at the end of Old number six It makes the last sound In ox, Max, and mix But there on the alphabet Up on the wall The picture that goes With the X, you recall Is always the same Wherever you go: X is always for xylophone
X is always for xylophone X is always for xylophone It's always the same Wherever you go X is always for xylophone
Now who thought this up? It sounds like a Z At the front of a word, But there just couldn't be All that many good words With an X at the start Try to think of a few It can be pretty hard There aren't many in fact, Ask around and you'll see Why X is always for xylophone
X is always for xylophone X is always for xylophone It's always the same Wherever you go X is always for xylophone
As for me, I like X When it's not the first letter It's so easy to read And it sounds so much better When it comes somewhere other Than right at the start But I've been around And I know in my heart That your teacher will Probably point at the wall And say, "X is always for xylophone."
X is always for xylophone X is always for xylophone It's always the same Wherever you go X is always for xylophone
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, They all began to sing. Now, wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the King?
The King was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes. Along there came a big black bird And snipped off her nose!
Ring around the rosies A pocket full of posies; Ashes, Ashes All stand still. (Children hold still)
The King has sent his daughter, To fetch a pail of water; (Children hold hands and dance around in a circle) Ashes, Ashes All fall down. (Children fall to the floor)
The bird upon the steeple, Sits high above the people; (Children hold hands and dance around in a circle) Ashes, Ashes All kneel down. (Children kneel)
The wedding bells are ringing, The boys and girls are singing; (Children hold hands and dance around in a circle) Ashes, Ashes, All fall down. (Children fall to the floor)
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are!
This little piggie went to market, This little piggie stayed home, This little piggie had roast beef, This little piggie had none, And this little piggie cried, "Wee! Wee! Wee!" All the way home.
Down in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew; Its stalk was bent, it hung its head As if to hide from view. And yet it was a lovely flow'r, Its colors bright and fair, It might have graced a rosy bow'r Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; And there it spread its sweet perfume Within the silent shade, Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flow'r to see, That I may also learn to grow In sweet humility.
Tailor, tailor, cut my coat; Snip, snap, snip, snap, shears! Cut it from our billygoat; Snip, snap, snip, snap, shears! One furry collar for it; How many dollars for it? Snip, snap, snip, snap, shears!
