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Roger's Rhymes
Short Poems of Poetry Rhymes
Alphabet -
Animal -
Birthday -
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Classicals Revised
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Founders -
Fuzzy Wuzzy
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Games -
Life
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Misc.
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Names -
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Patriotic
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Political -
Twitter -
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Roger's Rhymes -
Index
Rhymes
Revised
Revisions of Classic Children Rhymes
Why? ...because I could. Some
are rewritten while others updated.
Last updated June 27, 2008
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Nimble be
Jack
Jack be nimble,
be nimble Jack,
when over the candlestick,
jumped Jack.
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Jill and
Jack
Jill and Jack had fallen down.
Down the Hill fell Jack and Jill.
Jack tripped, spilt his water and frowned,
Jill slipped on fresh wet ground.
Down the hill fell Jack and Jill.
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Over The Moon Jumped
Cow
Diddle, diddle said, "Hey,"
to the cat in the hay with fiddle,
"did you say, you saw,
over the moon jumped cow?"
Such a sight, the tiny dog laughed,
the moon was a dish and a spoon.
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Tiny Boy Blue
Tiny Boy Blue was fast asleep,
Awake! Your horn must blow.
Across the meadow,
the sheep lay and sleep.
The cow is loose in the corn.
From a haystack near the sheep,
Tiny Boy Blue half asleep, blew a peep.
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Little
Miss Puppet
Little Miss Puppet,
with strings to her tuffet,
danced all night her way.
Along came a spider,
who offered to free her,
scared Miss Puppet away.
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Peter Pumpkin
Peter Pumpkin liked fresh pumpkin,
His wife could not cook pie to win.
So he put her in a pumpkin shell,
where she learned to cook pie well.
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Buggy Spider
Buggy Spider upon the wall,
where it crawls but doesn't fall.
Buggie Spider upon the wall,
I call, "Oh Why? Why, don't you fall?
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Under a Hill an
Old Woman
Under a hill an old woman lives,
chosing to live out under a hill.
If that old woman today still lives,
under the hill she lives there still.
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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To Supermarket
To supermarket, to supermarket,
cannot find a whole fat pig.
Home again, home again, without a pig.
Jiggety, jiggety still change in my pocket.
Again to market, to supermarket,
meat market had butchered a hog.
Various cuts of pork from hog,
Jiggety, joggety, receipt's in my pocket.
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Teddy Bear my Teddy
Bear
Exercise my Teddy Bear,
turn around, touch the ground.
That's just fine, my Teddy Bear.
Prepare for bed my Teddy Bear,
go upstairs, say your prayers.
You've done well my Teddy Bear,
turn out the light and say "Goodnight."
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December 07, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Dolly Baby
Dolly Baby hush and pray,
please don't cry I'll give some bread,
milk with custard, maybe a tart.
Whatever your wish is my desire,
I love my Dolly with all my heart.
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Robin Redbreast
Robin Redbreast in a tree,
Pussy Cat climbed up to see.
Robin flew down to the ground,
as Pussy Cat turned quick around.
Robin Redbreast ran away,
"I'll catch you," Pussy Cat would say.
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Once Two Birds
Once two birds upon a stone.
When one flew away, now only one.
The one then followed the other.
Now on the stone were none;
leaving the stone alone.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Jack Horner, Little Boy
Jack Horner little boy,
sat in a corner, with smiling joy.
Jack ate sitting, eating a Christmas pie.
Jack said, "Into the pie I put my thumb.
On the end of my thumb I found a plum.
My, oh my! Such a good boy am I !"
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Winter Snow
From the north the wind chill blows,
cold and raw in the bleak morning early.
Mountains and Hills are covered with snow.
I lay down in the snow; wave a winter fairy.
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Honey
Bee, Bonnie Bee
Honey Bee, Bonnie Bee,
I do not see, your wedding be.
If still afraid tomorrow day,
flap your wings and buzz away.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Little Bug, Lady
Bug
Little Bug, Lady Bug, fly away.
House is on fire stay away!
Children are gone, 'cept one little Ann.
In fright she had hid, under a frying pan.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Sandman Comes
Sandman comes in trains or cars,
boats or planes or a spaceship from Mars.
Moonbeam windows, wheels of stars.
Hush little one he comes from far,
to give you a dream among the stars.
No need to fear, He's the engineer;
look to the sky, see the man on the Moon.
Whether trains, cars... boats or planes,
he will be here soon at your window pane.
His path is marked by a moonbeams bright,
that leads to you from the starry night.
Put on your jammies, kneel and pray,
to dreamland you'll sleep to awake next day.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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An Apple Each Day
An apple each day will keep away,
cavaties, sores and more.
An apple each day then brush away,
to brush away the germs at war.
Apples or candy, you must brush away,
germs from your teeth, your daily chore.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Black Sheep?
Baa baa Black Sheep have you seen,
another black sheep in all our land?
Only white sheep upon the green,
no black sheep from where I stand.
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Christmas
Comes
Christmas is coming, turkeys are basting.
Bells are a ringing outside some stores;
Please put a nickle in the pot by the door.
If you have no nickle, a penny will do.
If you have no nickle a quarter is better.
Whatever you give may God bless you!
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Humpty Dumpty's Last
Humpty Dumpty upon a great wall.
Ready to shoot at the trumpet call.
Something went wrong there went a big blast,
Humpty's last shot may be his last.
Horses and men failed the King's call,
Humpty Dumpty had shot, his last cannon ball.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Church and the People.
Your hands are the church,
pointed fingers the steeple.
Open the door invite more people.
Pastor to bed climbs the stairs.
Hands closed tight to say his prayers.
Now that
you've built a church,
and invited the people.
Then to ready for prayer,
You sent the Pastor to bed.
Look! You now, are ready for prayer.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Hand motions for "Church and the People"
(Prettty much the same as the original.)
Palms closed with fingers meshed inside.
Index fingers make the steeple.
Open turning fingers up - inviting people.
Pull hands apart; two fingers of one walk up the others.
Hands clasped together readies the child for prayer.
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One, Two, Buckle
Your Shoe
One, two to buckle your shoe,
Three, four, for a knock on the door.
Five, six, pick up six sticks.
Seven, eight, straight eight sticks.
Nine, ten, turkey hens count ten.
Eleven, twelve, to put on shelves.
Thirteen, fourteen, children counting.
Fifteen, Sixteen, parents now wonder.
Seventeen, eighteen, minutes now waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, Mom's worry is plenty.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Hickory Tock Dickory
Hickory tock dickory,
mouse thought the clock trickery.
Clock ticked then struck one,
at first dong, clock saw mouse run.
Hickory dicory, talked clock.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Rain, Rain Another Day
Rain, rain, please, another day,
Johnny wants to play today.
Go rain today, upon the plane,
rain on Queen of Spain's reign.
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Mix
a Cake, Mix a Cake
Mix a cake, mix a cake, baker's son,
bake me a cake for a precious one.
Bake it and frost it, on top mark a 'B'
Set it on glass for Baby and me.
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Run Around the Roses
Run around the roses,
with pockes full of daisies,
School's out, school's out,
we all run around!
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Pussycat Purr
Pussycat, pussycat, you've been gone so long!
I went to America to hear her new song.
Pussycat, pussycat by what do you care?
Freedom for pussycats, everywhere!
PURRRR...
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Simple Simon at the Fair
Simple Simon at the fairgrounds,
looking for some food to eat.
Smells of food floating among noisy fair sounds,
Simon could not choose, so many different treats.
Simple Simon fished for whales on the ocean gales.
For all the trouble Simon saw, were only empty pales.
Simple Simon wondered if prunes grew on a thistle;
Thistle thorn pricked his finger, made Simple Simon whistle.
Simon poured water into a seive, looked to find that it was dry;
Poor Simon, Simple Simon now bids all, "Good bye!"
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Star Light, Star So Bright
Star light, star so bright,
tonight's first sight of star I sing;
might I wish that it may bring,
the wish I wished tonight.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Lucy's Pocket
Lucy Locket lost her purse,
had kept it in her pocket.
Not a dollar be found in it,
only glitter on it.
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Cinnamon Buns !
Cinnamon buns! Cinnamon buns!
one for dollar, two for dollar - Cinnamon buns.
Girls grown no longer home - pass to younger sons.
One for dollar, two for dollar - Cinnamon buns.
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Young Woman Had No
Shoe.
Once a young woman who had no shoe,
also, so many children, she had no stew.
Noodles and broth with no meat or bread,
Scorned them all sternly then off to bed!
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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Mother Hubbard's
Cupboard
Old Mother Hubbard,
no doors on her cupboards.
No food for her; for doggie no bone.
Already she knew before she got there;
nothing but a cupboard bare.
So for poor doggie no bone.
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December 08, 2009 Roger W Hancock,
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