Little Jack Horner
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!”
Nursery Rhymes, Songs, and Fingerplays for Kids
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!”
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
There was a crooked man,
And he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children
She didn’t know what to do;
She gave them some broth
Without any bread,
And whipped them all soundly
And put them to bed.
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.
As I was going to St Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits:
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St Ives?
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker,
Turn ’em out, knaves all three.
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.
She went to the undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was spoking a pipe.
She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
But when she came back
The dog sat in a chair.
She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
But when she came back
Th dog stood on his head.
She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy hims some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.
She went to the cobbler’s
To buy hims some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was a-spinning.
She went to the hosier’s
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, Your servant,
The dog said, Bow-wow.