Jerry was a joker. He carried off the poker And dressed it up from head to heel In clover-tops and orange-peel And fed it bones and barley meal. Poor old Rusty Poker! Leroy F. Jackson…[Continue]
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Auntie Ellen found her poodle— Mercy! Goodness sake!— Playing with the mully-wumps Down along the lake. And when she called him tenderly He didn’t want to come; It took her over half an hour To get the rascal home. She …[Continue]
Timmy O’Toole
When Timmy O’Toole Was going to school He picked up a package of gum. He treated the preacher And Sunday-school teacher, And gave a policeman some. Leroy F. Jackson…[Continue]
Girl Of Majorca
There was a Young Girl of Majorca, Whose Aunt was a very fast walker; She walked seventy miles, and leaped fifteen stiles, Which astonished that Girl of Majorca. Edward Lear…[Continue]
Sailing, Sailing
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main. For many a stormy wind shall blow E’er Jack comes home again. Oh, sailing, sailing, over the bounding main. For many a stormy wind shall blow E’er Jack comes home again….[Continue]
Willy, Willy
Willy, Willy Wilkin Kissed the maids a-milking, Fa, la, la! And with his merry daffing He set them all a-laughing, Ha, ha, ha!…[Continue]
Old Father McNether
Old Father McNether He sorts out the weather And takes what he pleases, I’m told, With a big turkey-feather He mixes the weather, And makes it blow hot and blow cold. Leroy F. Jackson…[Continue]
Person Of Ewell
There was an Old Person of Ewell, Who chiefly subsisted on gruel; But to make it more nice, he inserted some Mice, Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell. Edward Lear…[Continue]
There Was an Old Man with a Nose
There was an Old Man with a nose, Who said, “If you choose to suppose That my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!” That remarkable Man with a nose. Edward Lear…[Continue]
What Are Little Boys Made Of?
What are little boys made of? Snips and snails, And puppy dog tails, That’s what little boys are made of….[Continue]
Lucy Locket
Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; Nothing in it, nothing in it, But the binding round it….[Continue]
As I Was Going Down the Hill
As I was going down the hill In front of Missus Knapp’s I saw the little Knapperines All in their winter wraps— Purple mitts and mufflers And knitted jersey caps. As I was coming back again In front of Missus …[Continue]
