A Valentine to a Little Child

Dear heart, on this thrice-blessed day,
An thou my sweetheart be,
The rose of love shall bide alway
Upon the red-rose tree.

And in the garden of my heart
So ceaselessly shall shine,
The little birds will know thou art
Mine own true Valentine.

And I will bid them wing and sing
To all good winds that blow,
That to thy little feet they bring
All blessings, even so.

And o'er thy cradle I will coax,
By every lucky charm,
The friendship of the fairy folks
To fold thee from all harm.

So may they hover round thy head
And gently there upon,
As doth the April sunshine, shed
Most gracious benison.

And all fair gifts that Fortune hath,
I'll pray she promise these,
And that she loose about thy path
All sweet influences.

Then here's a kiss! and there's a kiss!
And kisses, one, two, three!
I seal them in the folds of this,

And speed them unto thee!

Author - Evaleen Stein 

To a Man I hold so dear - Happy Father's Day

Wrapped In Tissue Paper,

And sealed with a Kiss,

Today Is "Fathers Day",

So, I give you this.

Although my feelings hidden,

Deep down way inside,

Today you get to peek,

And see just how I hide.

I know how hard it feels,

When words, you can not say,

But, I Love You Dad,

More than words portray.

I'm sure these quotes were made for you,

Yet, I never made them clear,

So, "Happy Fathers Day",

To A man, I hold so dear.

by - "Unknown"

At The Zoo

 First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;
Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;
Then I saw the monkeys-mercy, how unpleasantly they-smelt!

Written By: "William Makepeace Thackeray".

Itsy Bitsy Spider

Itsy Bitsy spider climbing up the spout

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Now Itsy Bitsy spider went up the spout again!

Above the Bright Blue Sky

There's a Friend for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love will never die;
Though earthly friends may fail us,
And change thro' passing years,
This Friend is always worthy
Of that dear name He bears.

There's a rest for little children
Above the bright, blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And to the Father cry;
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

There's a home for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy;
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare,
For every one is happy,
Nor could be happier there.

There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by and by;
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then bestow
On those who found His favor,
And loved His name below.

There's a song for little children,
Above the bright, blue sky,
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing,
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship him as King.

Written By: "Albert Midlane".

One two three four five

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey,
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away

Dickery dickery dare

Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air;
The man in brown,
Soon brought him down;
Dickery, dickery, dare

Two little hands go clap clap clap

Two little hands go clap, clap, clap
Two little feet go tap, tap, tap;
Two little eyes are open wide,
One little head goes side to side.

I'am a little teapot

I am a little teapot
Short & stouts
Here´s my handle
Here´s my spout
When I get all steamed up
I just shout
Tip me over & pour me out

I am a very special pot
It is true
Here is an example of what I can do
I can turn my handle into a spout
Tip me over & pour me out

I am a little teapot
Short & stouts
Here´s my handle
Here´s my spout
When I get all steamed up
I just shout
Tip me over & pour me out

I am a very special pot
It is true
Here is an example of what I can do
I can turn my handle into a spout
Tip me over & pour me out

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?

I've been to London to look at the queen.

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?

I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
Threescore men and threescore more,
Cannot place Humpty dumpty as he was before.

Baa baa Black Sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?

Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.

Ding Dong Bell

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?
Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out?
Big Johnny Stout.

What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy-cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father's barn!

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown,

And Jll came tumbling after.

Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,

Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,

Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,

Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?

Hey, Willie Winkie, are you coming in?

The cat is singing purring sounds to the sleeping hen,

The dog's spread out on the floor, and doesn't give a cheep,

But here's a wakeful little boy who will not fall asleep!

Anything but sleep, you rogue! glowering like the moon,'

Rattling in an iron jug with an iron spoon,

Rumbling, tumbling round about, crowing like a cock,

Shrieking like I don't know what, waking sleeping folk.

Hey, Willie Winkie - the child's in a creel!

Wriggling from everyone's knee like an eel,

Tugging at the cat's ear, and confusing all her thrums

Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he comes!"

Weary is the mother who has a dusty child,

A small short little child, who can't run on his own,

Who always has a battle with sleep before he'll close an eye

But a kiss from his rosy lips gives strength anew to me.

Kids here is a Scottish nursery rhyme "Wee Willie Winkie". The poem, written by William Miller and titled Willie Winkie, was first published in 1841.

Blow wind blow And go mill go

Blow, wind, blow! And go, mill, go!

That the miller may grind his corn;

That the baker may take it,

And into bread make it,

And bring us a loaf in the morn.

Hickory dickory dock

Rhyme

Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.

I am only a baby

I am only a baby,

As you can see;

I can laugh - Ha! Ha! Ha!

I can cry Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

I know so did you,

When you were a baby too.

Two Little Dickie Birds

Two little Dickie birds,

Sitting on a wall,

One named Peter,

The other named Paul.

Fly away, Peter!

Fly away, Paul!

Come back, Peter!

Come back, Paul!

"Two Little Dickie Birds" which was published in Mother Goose's Melody in London around 1765.