Quotes About Nursery

"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Fe fi fo fum!I smell the blood of an Englishman;Be he alive or be he dead,I'll grind his bones to make my bread.

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,Silver buckles on his knee;He'll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir,Three bags full:One for my master,And one for my dame,And one for the little boyWho lives down the lane.

"Who saw him die?""I," said the fly,"With my little eye,I saw him die."

Jack, be nimble,Jack, be quick,Jack, jump over the candlestick.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig, and away he run;The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,And Tom went howling down the street.

The Queen of HeartsShe made some tarts,All on a summer's day;The Knave of HeartsHe stole the tarts,And took them clean away.

Three blind mice, see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,She cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did you ever see such a sight in your life,As three blind mice?

Cock a doodle doo!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddle stick,And knows not what to do.

High diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;All the king's horsesAnd all the king's menCouldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.

One flew east, one flew west,One flew over the cuckoo's nest.

Doctor Foster went to GloucesterIn a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Simple Simon met a piemanGoing to the fair:Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."

Bye baby bunting,Daddy's gone a-hunting.Gone to get a rabbit skinTo wrap the baby bunting in.

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.

There was an old woman tossed in a blanket,Seventeen times as high as the moon;But where she was going no mortal could tell,For under her arm she carried a broom.Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high?To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,And I'll be with you by and by.

Oranges and lemons,Say the bells of St. Clement's.You owe me five farthings,Say the bells of St. Martin's.When will you pay me?Say the bells of Old Bailey.When I grow rich,Say the bells of Shoreditch.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells, and cockleshells,And pretty maids all in a row.

Rub-a-dub-dub,Three men in a tub,And who do you think they be?The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;And all of them went to sea!

With a rowley powley gammon and spinach,Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.