# Mother Goose: Lock and Key

- Source: The Real Mother Goose (mother-goose.gutenberg.org), Public domain, Blanche Fisher Wright, illustrator, 1916, via Project Gutenberg
- Reading level: Ages 4 to 6
- Subjects: Poems, Animals, Myths and Legends
- Topics: sleep, little, lock, baby, gave, gold
- Length: 335 words, about 2 min
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"I am a gold lock."  
"I am a gold key."  
"I am a silver lock."  
"I am a silver key."  
"I am a brass lock."  
"I am a brass key."  
"I am a lead lock."  
"I am a lead key."  
"I am a don lock."  
"I am a don key!"

## The Lion And The Unicorn

The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,  
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.  
Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown,  
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.

## The Merchants Of London

Hey diddle dinkety poppety pet,  
The merchants of London they wear scarlet,  
Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,  
So merrily march the merchant men.

## I Had A Little Husband

I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,  
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,  
I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,  
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.

## To Babylon

How many miles is it to Babylon?--  
Threescore miles and ten.  
Can I get there by candle-light?--  
Yes, and back again.  
If your heels are nimble and light,  
You may get there by candle-light.

## I'Ll Tell You A Story

I'll tell you a story  
About Jack-a-Nory:  
And now my story's begun.  
I'll tell you another  
About his brother:  
And now my story is done.

## A Strange Old Woman

There was an old woman, and what do you think?  
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;  
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,  
And yet this old woman could never be quiet.

## Sleep, Baby, Sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep,  
Our cottage vale is deep:  
The little lamb is on the green,  
With woolly fleece so soft and clean--  
Sleep, baby, sleep.  
Sleep, baby, sleep,  
Down where the woodbines creep;  
Be always like the lamb so mild,  
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.  
Sleep, baby, sleep.

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## Picture credits

- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
