Lavender’s Blue
Lavender’s blue dilly, dilly
Lavender’s green;
When I am king, dilly, dilly
You shall be queen.
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Nursery Rhymes, Songs, and Fingerplays for Kids
Lavender’s blue dilly, dilly
Lavender’s green;
When I am king, dilly, dilly
You shall be queen.
The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest;
The crows are all flying straight home to the nest.
“Caw!” says the crow, as he flies overhead;
“It’s time little people were going to bed!”
The flowers are closing; the daisy’s asleep
The primrose is buried in slumber so deep.
Closed for the night are the roses so red;
It’s time little people were going to bed!
The butterfly, drowsy, has folded its wing;
The bees are returning; no more the birds sing.
The labor is over, their nestlings are fed;
It’s time little people were going to bed!
Go to bed late
Stay very small
Go to bed early
Grow very tall!
Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening,
Steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jump over the candlestick
Jack jumped high
Jack jumped low
Jack jumped over and burned his toe
One little, two little, three little Indians
Four little, five little, six little Indians
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
Ten little Indian boys.
Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
Seven little, six little, five little Indians
Four little, three little, two little Indians
One little Indian boy.
Kids love this song when you mix in words about them or their surroundings. Try trading out the words “little Indian” for things like “little baby” or “little books”. Then tailor the end to match by singing “Ten little baby boys (or girls)” or finishing with “Ten little books to read”.
Play around with it. Children love it.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.
All around the mulberry bush (or cobbler’s bench)
The monkey chased the weasel;
The monkey thought ’twas all in good fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle—
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Jimmy’s got the whooping cough
And Timmy’s got the measles
That’s the way the story goes
Pop! goes the weasel.