The Real Mother Goose Ages 4 to 6馃 Poems馃惥 Animals

Mother Goose: Needles and Pins

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray

Needles and pins, needles and pins,
When a man marries his trouble begins.

Needles and Pins

Pussy-Cat And The Dumplings

Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings,
Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.
Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
Why did you eat the dumplings?"

Dance, Thumbkin Dance

Dance, Thumbkin, dance;
( keep the thumb in motion
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all the fingers in motion
For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
( the thumb alone moving
Thumbkin, he can dance alone.
( the thumb alone moving
Dance, Foreman, dance,
( the first finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all moving
But Foreman, he can dance alone,
( the first finger moving
Foreman, he can dance alone.
( the first finger moving
Dance, Longman, dance,
( the second finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all moving
For Longman, he can dance alone,
( the second finger moving
Longman, he can dance alone.
( the second finger moving
Dance, Ringman, dance,
( the third finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
( all moving
But Ringman cannot dance alone,
( the third finger moving
Ringman, he cannot dance alone.
( the third finger moving
Dance, Littleman, dance,
( the fourth finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
( all moving
But Littleman, he can dance alone,
( the fourth finger moving
Littleman, he can dance alone.
( the fourth finger moving

Mary'S Canary

Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs--upon my word
He was a pretty fellow!
The sweetest note he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary.
She often, where the cage was hung,
Sat hearing her canary.

Mary's Canary

Birds Of A Feather

Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.

The Little Bird

Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;
So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.

The Little Bird

The Dusty Miller

Margaret wrote a letter,
Sealed it with her finger,
Threw it in the dam
For the dusty miller.
Dusty was his coat,
Dusty was the siller,
Dusty was the kiss
I'd from the dusty miller.
If I had my pockets
Full of gold and siller,
I would give it all
To my dusty miller.

The Dusty Miller

A Star

Higher than a house, higher than a tree.
Oh! whatever can that be?