This Little Pig
This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed home,
This little pig had roast beef,
And this little pig had none,
And this little pig went wee-wee-wee
All the way home.
Nursery Rhymes, Songs, and Fingerplays for Kids
This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed home,
This little pig had roast beef,
And this little pig had none,
And this little pig went wee-wee-wee
All the way home.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
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.
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run! See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life
As three blind mice?
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.
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.