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POEMS FOR CHILDREN

1. A kiss when I wake in the morning

A kiss when I wake in the morning,

A kiss when I go to bed,

A kiss when I burn my fingers,

A kiss when I bump my head.

A kiss when my bath begins,

A kiss when my bath is over,

My mamma is as full of kisses

As a nurse is full of pins.

A kiss when I pull her hair,

A kiss when I play with my rattle,

She covered me all over with kisses

The day I fell down stairs.

A kiss when I give her trouble,

A kiss when I give her joy;

There is nothing like mamma’s kisses

To her own little boy.

2. Down at the Bus Stop

Down at the Bus Stop,
Early in the morning.
See the yellow Buses,
Standing in a row.
Starting up the engine.
Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding!
And off we go!
Down at the Garage,
Early in the morning.
See the big Lorries,
Standing in a row.
See the lorry driver,
Loading up the boxes.
Broom, Broom, Broom, Broom!
And off we go!

Down at the Post Office,
Early in the morning.
See all the post vans,
Waiting in a row.
See the Postman loading,
All the sacks of letters,
Bib, Bib, Bib, Bib!
And off we go!

Down at the Harbour,
Early in the morning.
See all the Fishing Boats,
Tied up in a row.
See the Ship’s Captain,
Pull a little lever.
"Full steam ahead!” he calls,
And off we go!

3. Five little Monkeys
Swinging on a tree,
Teasing Mr. Crocodile.
“You can't catch me!”
“You can't catch me!”
Along came Mr. Crocodile
As quietly as can be,
And snap!
Four little Monkeys.
Three little Monkeys.
Two little Monkeys.
One little Monkey.
No little Monkeys.

4. GIRLS AND BOYS
Girls and boys come out to play.
The moon doth shine as bright as day.
Come with a whoop and come with a call.
Come with a good will or not at all.
Leave your supper and leave your sleep.
Come to your play fellows in the street.
Up the ladder and down the wall.
A half penny loaf will serve you all.

5. Knock, knock, knock, knock,

One, two, three, four.

As I knock, knock, knock,

Upon the big front door.

The front door now is open,

And mother smiles at me,

"Come in, come in, my child,

You are just in time for tea."

6. I had a little nut tree

I had a little nut tree,
Nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg
And a golden pear.
The king of Spain's 'daughter
Came to visit me.
And all for the sake
Of my little nut tree,
I skipped over water,
I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air
Couldn't catch me.

7. I HAD A LITTLE WIFE
I had a little wife,
The prettiest ever seen.
She washed up the dishes,
And kept the house clean.
She went to the mill
To fetch me some flour,
And always got home
In less than an hour.
She baked me my bread,
She brewed me my ale
She sat by the fire
And told many a fine tale.

8. I LOVE LITTLE PUSSY
I love little pussy.
Her coat is so warm.
And if I don't hurt her
She’ll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away.
But pussy and I
Very gently will play.
She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food.
And pussy will love me
Because I am good.
9.
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes sharp and shrill,
Shakes the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lillies, roses,
Fills the children’s hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gilly flowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Brown October brings the pheasant,
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves go whirling past.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

10. Mary had A Little Lamb.
Mary had A Little Lamb.
It's fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
That was against the rule.
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
11. Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for his living.
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

12. My mother said

That I never should

Play with the gipsies

In the wood.

If I did she would say,

Naughty girl to disobey.

Your hair shan't curl,

Your shoes shan't shine.

You naughty girl,

You shan't be mine.

13. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn't love her.
Peter learned to read and spell.
And then he loved her very well.


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