Posts Tagged ‘traditional’

Little Kitty

Little Kitty

I like little kitty, her coat is so warm.
And if I don’t hurt her she’ll do me no harm.
So I’ll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But kitty and I very gently will play.

One Misty Moisty Morning

One Misty Moisty Morning

One misty, moisty, morning,
When cloudy was the weather;
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment,
And I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?

A Week of Birthdays

A Week of Birthdays

Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living;
But the child that’s born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

I Had a Little Hobby Horse

The Hobby Horse

I had a little hobby horse,
And it was dapple gray.
Its head was made of pea-straw,
Its tail was made of hay.
I sold it to an old woman
For a copper groat;
And I’ll not sing my song again
Without another coat.

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Cock-a-doodle-doo,
My dame has lost her shoe.
My master’s lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.

Curly-Locks

Curly-Locks

Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dished nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam
And feed upon strawberries sugar and cream.

Pease Porridge

Pease Porridge

Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.

Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the post
Nine days old.

This can be a clapping game, as well.

Banbury Cross

Banbury Cross

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady upon a white horse.
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
She shall have music wherever she goes.

This is a great one for newborns and infants. You can bounce them on your lap for riding a horse. Then tickle their fingers and toes when you say “fingers” and “toes” in the rhyme.

Hickory Dickory Dock

The Mouse and the Clock

Hickory, dickory, dock!
{Swing arm like the pendulum on a grandfather clock}
The mouse ran up the clock.
{Run fingers up your arm or up in the air}
The clock struck one
{Hold up 1 finger}
And down he run.
{Also said, “The mouse ran down”}
{Run fingers down your arm or down in the air}
Hickory, dickory dock!
{Swing arm like the pendulum on a grandfather clock}

Hey Diddle Diddle

The Cat and the Fiddle

Hey, diddle, diddle!
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed
To see such sport
And the dish ran away with the sppon.