Children's Literature

Nursery Rhymes:


Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.


Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give her poor dog a bone;
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;
When she came back
The dog was dead.

She went to the undertaker's
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
When she came back
He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
When she came back
The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
When she came back
The dog was spinning.

The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."


Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes;
Her mother came and caught her,
And scolded her little daughter
For spoiling her nice new clothes.


Betty Botter bought some butter,
But, she said, the butter's bitter;
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter,
But a bit of better butter
Will make my batter better.
So she bought a bit of butter
Better than her bitter butter,
And she put it in her batter
And the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.


On the top of the mount,
By the road, on a stone -
On a big pile of bricks -
Sat a bald-headed crone.

On her head were three hairs,
Which you'll reckon were thin,
In which she was trying
To wear a jade pin.

She put it in once,
But once it fell out;
She put it in twice,
But twice it fell out.

But the old woman said,
"I know what I'm about,
I'll not pin it in
And it cannot fall out."