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*Here are the answers to the little quiz on the first homepage here in*


1.     They were married next day, by the turkey who lived on the hill.

2.    The king was in his counting house, counting out his money.

        The Queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey

3.   There are six bells named in the rhyme.  

       Bells of St. Clement's -  Bells of St. Martin's - Bells of Old Bailey
       Bells of Shoreditch - Bells of Stepney - Great Bells of Bow

4.   It was the wonderful Children's Poet "Eugene Field" that wrote "Wynken, Blynken and Nod

I wonder if you got them all right. I hope so xxx Seligor

Eugene FieldEugene Field was an unusual poet. He was one of the few poets who wrote only children's poetry. That is how he got his nickname, The Children's Poet. It all started September 2, 1850, at 634 South Broadway in Saint Louis. That's where and when Eugene Field was born. He had one brother named Roswell, who was one year younger than he, and a sister who died soon after her birth. He and his brother were very close, but very different. Eugene took after their mother, Francis, while Roswell took after their father. Eugene was afraid of the dark while his brother wasn't afraid of anything. Eugene hated studying while Roswell loved it. When the boys were six and five, their mother died. Mr. Field sent them to live with their cousin, Mary French, in Massachusetts until he could take care of them. While living on their cousin's farm, Eugene wrote his first poem . He was nine then, and the poem was about their cousin's dog, Fido. At the age of fifteen, Eugene was shipped off to a small private school in Massachusetts. There were only five boys in the school, and Eugene loved leading the boys in tricks against the master of the school.

   Eugene went on to William's College in Massachusetts. Unfortunately, his father died when he was nineteen and he dropped out after eight months. Next he went to Knox College but dropped out of college after a year. Then he went to the University of Missouri, where his brother was also attending. While there, he met Julia Comstock, who was fourteen. When Julia turned sixteen, she and Eugene married. They had eight children. Two died as babies, another died as a little boy. The remaining five grew up and had long lives.

   While married, Eugene had many jobs. He worked for many newspapers until the Chicago Daily News offered him a job. He wrote a humorous column called "Sharps and Flats". In 1895, Eugene Field died. He had written many poems, and had accomplished everything he had wished to accomplish.


Oranges and LemonsGay go up and gay go down, to ring the bells of London town.

Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clements.

Bull's eyes and targets, say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

Brickbats and tiles, say the bells of St. Giles'.

Halfpence and farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's.

Pancakes and fritters, say the bells of St. Peter's.

Two sticks and an apple, say the bells of Whitechapel.

Pokers and tongs, say the bells of St. John's.

Kettles and pans, say the bells of St. Ann's.

Old Father Baldpate, say the slow bells of Aldgate.

You owe me ten shillings,  say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me? say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich, say the bells of Shoreditch.

Pray when will that be? say the bells of Stepney.

   I do not know, says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Chop chop chop chop the last man's dead



Pussy in BedWhy 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?Punch with his hunch
      "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.


Ride away, ride away.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

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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.  

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.



I love pancakesSing a song of pancakes,
Sizzling in the pan;
One for Jack and Alice,
One for me and Ann.
Bet you couldn't eat all these!
Jack had tossed his pancake,
Aren't we having fun?
Ann is watching closely,
Hers is nearly done.

Pancakes with Ice cream, pancakes with LemonAlice stirs the batter,
With the wooden spoon,
Laughs to think her pancake
Will be sizzling soon.
Pancakes with blueberries, Pancakes with Maple Syrup.

There'll be sugar on them,
Nurse puts quite a lot.
When my pancakes finished
I shall eat it hot.

pancakes and banana's and syrup.Sing a song of pancakes,
Sizzling in the pan,
One for Jack and Alice,
One for me and Ann.


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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!


Hermit ThrushKiss 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!


Tell me that you'll marry me!
Do it! Do it!
Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!
I knew it - knew it!
wood thrush
Such a pretty Dick!
Pretty Dick! Pretty Dick!
Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!
Be quick! Be quick!

Song ThrushChuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
Chuck! Let us do it!
Marry me! Marry me!
Pretty girl! Do it!

such wonderful little rhymes specially for you.

Rhymes For Everyone
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, 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.

    http://cynthia.boxerman.co.uk/images/Sea%20(1).JPG   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).

Christ Blessing the Little Children, by Benjamin Robert Haydon

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 by zenera.

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

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?"

Cricket and Ant by Marjorie AndersonAt 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,Cricket and Ant by Marjorie Anderson
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
sycamore seeds and keys
sycamore keys and 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.



"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."


bucket and spade

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, in the bright sun,
Bake me a pie and bake me a bun.cherry pie
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

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.

 reborn by DMS

 At the sound of the Bell we shall dig and delve.horn

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.

Dorothy Milnes Sinclair 2007

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