Mother Goose Rhymes Everyone Knows, a selection of the most popular
Some rhymes from "The Real Mother Goose" that everybody knows.
Or at least you recognize the rhyming.
Some of the words are different than we all remember. I wanted to present you with some of the most popular.
They will bring a smile to your face.
Enjoy and try to imagine the illustrations that we could make regarding these rhymes.
So many great illustrators have drawn these characters over the years, and again I will be creating my illustration section soon.
In the meantime enjoy the rhymes, maybe you can create a rhyme of your own?
Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She, found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind 'em!
It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
Unto a meadow hard by --
There she espied their tails, side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Baker's man!
So I do, master,
As fast as I can.
Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T,
Put it in the oven
For Tommy and me.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
Where have you been?"
"I've been to London
To look at the Queen."
"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
What did you there?"
I frightened a little mouse
Under the chair."
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
to see an old lady upon a white horse.
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.