Jack Be Nimble
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack jump over the candlestick.
Jack and Jill
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown and Jill came tumbling after
Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn.
Where’s the little boy who looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack fast asleep.
Three Little Kittens
The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear, our mittens we have lost.”
“What? Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens,
You shall have no pie.”
Meow, meow, meow
The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
“Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
Our mittens we have found.”
“Found your mittens, you good little kittens,
Now you may have some pie.”
Meow, meow, meow
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again
Other Rhymes you can do:
Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows, crying at the locks,
“Are the children in their beds? For now it’s eight o’clock.”
Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one. The mouse ran down.
Hickory Dickory Dock.
Little Bo Peep
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And can’t tell where to find them.
Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
Hot Cross Buns
Hot cross buns, hot cross buns
One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns.
If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.
Hot cross buns, hot cross buns.
Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard,
She went to the cupboard to get her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there,
The cupboard was bare, and so her poor dog had none.
Little Miss Muffet
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider and sat down beside her,
And Frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
Eating his christmas pie.
He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I.”
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for my master and one for my dame.
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
