Songs and Nursery Rhymes for Kids
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 white caked;
Home again, home again, never was baked.
To market, to market to buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again, market is done!
(Tune: “Yankee Doodle”)
Peel an apple,
cut it up,
cook it in a pot.
When you taste it
you will find
it’s applesauce you’ve got!
(Tune: “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”)
Apples juicy, Apples round,
On the trees and on the ground.
Apples yellow, Apples red,
Apple juice or pie or bread.
Apples crunchy, Apples sweet,
Apples are so good to eat!
Five fat peas in a pea-pod pressed,
One grew, two grew, so did all the rest.
They grew, and grew, and did not stop,
Until one day, to pod went pop.
One potato,
Two potato,
Three potato,
Four.
Five potato,
Six potato,
Seven potato,
More.
Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was all about?
She loved coffee and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn’t agree.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb
And pulled out a plum
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother’s pail.
Simple Simon went a-hunting
For to catch a hare;
He rode a goat about the streets,
But couldn’t find one there.
He went to catch a dickey bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he’d got a little salt
To put upon its tail.
He went to shoot a wild duck,
But wild duck flew away;
Says Simon, I can’t hit him
Because he will not stay.
He went to ride a spotted cow,
That had a little calf;
She threw him down upon the ground,
Which made the people laugh.
Once Simon made a great snowball
And brought it in to roast;
He laid it down before the fire
And soon the ball was lost.
He went to try if cherries ripe
Did grow upon a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went for water in a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts
All on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts
And took them quite away.
(Tune: “Row Your Boat“)
Dinosaurs, dinosaurs
Eating fruits and leaves
Take a bite and chew it up
And spit out all the seeds.
Download this instrumental version of Row Your Boat to listen and practice offline.
