Why is Pussy in bed? "She is sick", says the fly, "And I fear that she will die;, And that's why she's in bed."
Pray what's her disorder? "A locked-jaw is come on," Said the fine , downy swan; "And that's her disorder.
Who makes her nice gruel? "That she might not get worse Dog Tray is her nurse, And makes her nice gruel."
Pray who is her doctor? "I," said famed MisterPunch, "At my back a great hunch; But I am her doctor."
Who thinks she'll recover? "I do, sir," said the deer, "And I thought so last year; "I think she'll recover."
And when Puss is quite well, All shall have noble fare, Beasts and fowls of the air, And we'll ring the great bell.
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Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side, He shall have little dog tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride to see his Grandmother
*********** As I went over the water, the water went over me; I saw two little blackbirds sitting on a tree. The one called me a rascal, the other called me a thief; I took my blackthorn stick, and knocked out all their teeth.
oh dear, that was different. I hope they found them to give to Fiona the Tooth Fairy, poor black birds
If you have any ideas for extra pages do leave a message for me at dottido@hotmail.co.uk Nursery Rhymes
Children's music
artist, Eric Herman, sings an incredibly cute song all about
elephants... sort of... The video was created by his wife, Roseanne,
with the help of their 3 year-old daughter, Becca. The little girl in
the song is Meghan from Amherst, NY, who was 6 at the time.
JUST CLICK ON ^ THE DVD SLOT NEXT TO START ON VIDEO BOX IF THE "ERROR" SLOGAN SHOWS
And here you have it, some very different Nursery songs, but I must admit I do like them and I know the kids will adore them.
SING A SONG OF PANCAKES
Sing a song of pancakes, Sizzling in the pan; One for Jack and Alice, One for me and Ann. Jack had tossed his pancake, Aren't we having fun? Ann is watching closely, Hers is nearly done.
Alice stirs the batter, With the wooden spoon, Laughs to think her pancake Will be sizzling soon. There'll be sugar on them, Nurse puts quite a lot. When my pancakes finished I shall eat it hot.
Sing a song of pancakes, Sizzling in the pan, One for Jack and Alice, One for me and Ann.
A lot of these small animations have been shown or made on Aniboon, read on Submissions are opened for the Aniboom-Fox Holiday Animation Challenge. For more details go to http://www.aniboom.com/Competition/Fox/
Check out more at http://www.aniboom.com/animation/feat... . Haven't you ever put on a pair of shoes and went off for an adventure? That's what this girl did. Animation by mily cadden
This was posted 19th July 2009. well worth looking at the information given, details taken from youtube
THE THRUSH'S SONG
I
Come and kiss me! Come and kiss me! Do it! Do it! See to it! See to it! Nor rue it - rue it!
Such a pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Pretty! Pretty! Pretty! Be quick! Be quick!
Churl! Churl! Churl! Churl! Tschurl!!! - not to do it! Poor - y Dick! Poor - y Dick! D0 - oo -- it!
II
Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Do it! Do it! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! You're through it - through it!
Pretty! Pretty! Pretty! Be quick! Be quick! Such a pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Luck! Luck! Luck! Luck! Luck that you do it! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet of you! Sweet it is to do it!
III
Tell me that you'll marry me! Do it! Do it! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! I knew it - knew it! Such a pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick! Pretty! Pretty! Pretty! Be quick! Be quick!
Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Let us do it! Marry me! Marry me! Pretty girl! Do it!
such wonderful little rhymes specially for you.
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Nursery Rhymes
OLD KING COLE
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three!
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.
“Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there’s none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL
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 me to work.
The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,
The dove with her rough bill brought me them home.
The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
The bullfinch played the organ, and we made merry work.
IF ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEA
If all the seas were one sea, What a great sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a great man he would be! And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be!
I'm afraid the picture from "Kid's Corner," was removed so please find here another. This picture was commissioned in 1837, from the ‘celebrated Haydon’ -
London painter, lecturer and tireless champion of High Art - for the
Chapel of the Liverpool Blind Asylum. Built by John Foster in 1819, the
neo-classical Chapel stood on the north western corner of Great Nelson
(now Lord Nelson) Street and Duncan Street (part of which remains, now
Hotham Street).
These words are taken from the The Gospel According to St. Matthew; And Jesus said; "Suffer Little Children to come unto me, for thine is the Kingdom of Heaven."
I have found that there are many website providers which do not like to share there religious images with us Do feel free to copy any of mine, but copy, please don't remove. Thankyou.
DREAM BOATS
Soft clouds, evening sky, Little dream-boats floating by; Dreams for me and dreams for you All our dreams that may come true!
Little ships so full of hopes, Snow-white sails and silver ropes. Always steered by Goblin-men Captains kind and Oarsmen ten.
Winds blow soft on my dream-boat, Let it into harbour float; I shall meet the homeward tide Greet my dreams with arms flung wide.
This poem is so beautiful, it is from a very old book entitled Fairy Tales by D. M. G. Howells, though I'm not sure if he wrote the verse.
1. The Ant and the Cricket.
2. Baby seeds. 3. Summer showers. 4. If I had Three Wishes.
5. Amy, Annie, Jason & John. 6. Sand cooking. 7. My Lady Spring 8. Sound of the Bell
THE ANT AND THE CRICKET
A silly young cricket, accustomed to sing Through the warm, summer months of gay summer and spring, Began to complain, when he found that at home His cupboard was empty and winter was come. Not a crumb to be found On the snow covered ground; Not a flower could he see, Not a leaf on a tree: "Oh what will become," says the cricket, "of me?"
At last by starvation and famine made bold, All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold, Away he set off to a miserly ant, To see if, to keep him alive, he would grant Him shelter from rain.A mouthful of grain He wished only to borrow, He'd repay it tomorrow: If not, he must die of starvation and sorrow.
Says the ant to the cricket, "I'm your servant and friend, But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend; But tell me my dear sir, did you lay nothing by When the weather was warm?" Said the cricket, "Not I." My heart was so light That I sang day and night, For all nature looked gay. "You sang, sir, you say? Go then." said the ant, "and dance winter away."
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket And out of the door turned the poor little cricket. Though this is a fable, the moral is good: If you live without work, you must live without food.
From Laurel and Gold 1958 picture by Marjorie Anderson
Baby Seeds In a milkweed cradle, snug and warm, Baby seeds are hiding, safe from harm, Open wide the cradle, hold it high! Come, Mr Wind, help them fly.
A SUMMER SHOWER
"Hurry!" said the leaves; "Hurry, birds, hurry! See how the tall trees are all in a flurry!"
"Come under, quick, grasshopper, cricket!" Said the leafy vines down in the thicket.
"Come here," said the rose to bee and spider; "Ant, here's a place! Fly, sit beside her!"
"Rest, butterfly, here in the bushes, Close by the robin, while the rain rushes!"
"Why, there is the sun! And the birds are singing. Good-bye, dear leaves, we'll all be winging."
"Bee," said the rose, "thank you for calling! Come in again when the rain is falling."
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SAND COOKING
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, in the bright sun, Bake me a pie and bake me a bun. Our cream's from the ocean, our sugar's dry land, And the plums are the pebbles that grow in the sand.
My Lady Spring
My Lady Spring is dressed in green, She wears a primrose crown, And little baby buds and twigs Are clinging to her gown. The sun shines if she laughs at all, But if she weeps the raindrops fall.
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AT THE SOUND OF THE BELL
At the sound of the Bell we shall dig and delve.
At the sound of the Horn we shall sing till morn. At the sound of the lyre we'll forget all strife.
At the sound of the Flute we shall have a hoot.
At the sound of the Drum we will all be glum.
And at the sound of the voice we shall all rejoice.
Why is Pussy in bed?
Sing a song of pancakes,
Alice stirs the batter,
Sing a song of pancakes,
THE THRUSH'S SONG
Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!
III
Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
If all the seas were one sea,
All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold,
