Nursery Rhymes: Nursery Rhymes Created by: Nikkie Morales
Pat a Cake: Pat a Cake Pat a cake, Pat a cake, baker's man Bake me a cake as fast as you can Pat it and prick it and mark it with 'B' And put it in the oven for baby and me
Polly Put The Kettle On: Polly Put The Kettle On Polly put the kettle on Polly put the kettle on Polly put the kettle on We'll all have tea Sukey take it off again Sukey take it off again Sukey take it off again They've all gone away
Pop Goes the Weasel: Pop Goes the Weasel Half a pound of tup penny rice Half a pound of treacle That’s the way the money goes Pop goes the weasel Up and down the city road In and out of the Eagle That’s the way the money goes Pop goes the weasel
Ride a Cock Horse: Ride a Cock Horse Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a white horse With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes She shall have music wherever she goes
Ring a Ring of Roses: Ring a Ring of Roses Ring a ring of roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo Atishoo We all fall Down
Rock a Bye Baby: Rock a Bye Baby Rock a bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough breaks the cradle will fall And down will come baby, cradle and all
See Saw Margery Daw: See Saw Margery Daw See saw Margery Daw Johnny shall have a new master He shall earn but a penny a day Because he can't work any faster
Tinker Tailor: Tinker Tailor Tinker , Tailor, Soldier, Sailor, Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief. Rich man, poor man, Beggar man, thief. Doctor, lawyer, Indian chief !
Solomon Grundy: Solomon Grundy Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday, Christened on a stark and stormy Tuesday, Married on a gray and grisly Wednesday, Took ill on a mild and mellow Thursday, Grew worse on a bright and breezy Friday, Died on a gay and glorious Saturday, Buried on a baking, blistering Sunday. That was the end of Solomon Grundy.