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1 COMMUNICATIVE ASPECT TOPICSTHE ESL MISCELLANYN ursery RhymesOver the years I have seen many a collection of Mother Goose. The Rhymes are folk literature. Many are very old, and there are may variations, some English, some American. These are the ones I grew up with, those I remember, those I love, those I told my children and hope to tell my grandchildren. This is the way I remember them. I am sure my ear heard them in a way pleasing to me. There is no right or wrong form. That is the magic of folk literature, the magic of poetry. AA BurrowsIndex of first linesGypsy, Gypsy, tell it meHandy Pandy, Jack-a-dandyHark, hark, the dogs to barkHere s Sally Sue. What shall she do?Here we go round the mulberry bushHey diddle diddleHickory dickory dockHiggledy, piggledy, my black henHot cross buns, hot cross bunsHumpty Dumpty sat on a wallHush-a-bye, Baby, in the tree topHush, little baby, don t say a wordI do not like thee, Doctor FellIf you ve dimple on your cheekI had a little hen, the prettiest ever seenI had a little ponyI saw a ship a-sailingIt s raining, it s pouringJack and Jill went up the hillJack be nimble, Jack be quickJack Sprat could eat no fatJerry HallLavender s blue, dilly dilly, lavender s greenLittle Bo Peep has lost her sheepLittle Boy Blue come blow your hornLittle Jack Horner sat in a cornerLittle Miss Muffet sat on a tuffetLittle Robin RedbreastA,b,c,d,e,f,gA diller, a dollarAll around the cobbler s benchA man of words and not of deedsAs I walked by myselfAs I was going to St.

2 IvesA was an archer, who shot at a frogBarney Bodkin broke his noseBaa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Barber, barber, shave a of a feather flock togetherBlow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!Boby Shaftoe s gone to seaBow, wow, wow, who s dog art thou?Bye, Baby BuntingCackle, cackle, Mother GooseCobbler, cobbler, mend my shoeCock-a-doodle-doDaffy-down-dillyDidd le, diddle dumpling, my son JohnDing dong bell, Pussy s in the well!Doctor Foster went to GloucesterDonkey, donkey, old and grayElizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and BessElsie Marley is grown so fineFuzzy Wuzzy was a bearGeorgie Porgie pudding n pieGoosey, goosey, gander TOPICS COMMUNICATIVE ASPECTTHE ESL MISCELLANYMary had a little lambMistress Mary, quite contraryMonday s child is fair of faceNeedles and pins, needles and pinsNow I lay m down to sleepOld Grimes is dead, that good old manOld King Cole was a merry old soulOld Mother GooseOld Mother Hubbard went to the cupboardOnce I saw a little birdOne for sorrowOne, he loves.

3 Two, he misty, moisty morningOne, two, buckle my shoeOne, two, three, four, fivePat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker s manPease porridge hot, pease porridge coldPeter, Peter, pumpkin eaterPolly put the kettle on, Polly put the kettle onPussycat, Pussycat, where have you been?Ride a cock horse to Banbury CrossRing around the rosiesRock-a-bye, baby, on the treetopRoses are red Round and round the cobbler s benchRub a dub dubSee-saw, Margery DawSimple Simon met a piemanSing a song of six penceSolomon GrundyThe fair maid who, the first of MayThe man in the moon came down too soonThe man in the wilderness asked meThe north wind doth blowThe old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tubThe Queen of Hearts she made some tartsThere was a man in our townThere was an old woman, as I ve heard tellThere was an old woman tossed in a basketThere was a crooked manThere was a little girlThere was an old soldier of BisterThere was an old woman lived under a hillThere was an old woman who lived in a shoeThirty days hath SeptemberThis is the house that Jack builtThis little pig went to marketThree blind mice.

4 See, how they runThree jolly huntsmenThree little kittens they lost their mittensThree wise men from GothamTo market, to market, to buy a fat pigTom, Tom, the piper s son, he learned to , Tom, the piper s son, stole a white horsesTwinkle, twinkle, little starTwo little dicky birds sitting on a wallUp on Paul s steeple stands a treeWee Willy Winkie ran through the townWhat are little boys made of?When the wind is in the eastWho killed Cock Robin?Willy Boy, Willy Boy, where are you going?Will you step into my parlor? Tongue twisters: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppersShe sells sea shells by the seashoreRound and round the rough and ragged rockRubber baby buggy bumpersThe sixth sheik s sixth sheepA tutor who tooted a fluteBetty bought some butterVinegar, Veal and Venison COMMUNICATIVE ASPECT TOPICSTHE ESL MISCELLANYA,b,c,d,e,f,g, H,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p, Q,r,s,and t,u,v, W and x, y, z.

5 Now I know my ABCs, Next time won t you sing with me?A diller, a dollar,A ten o clock scholar,What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o clock,But now you come at around the cobbler s bench,The monkey chased the weasel,The monkey thought t was all in fun,Pop! goes the penny for a spool of thread,A penny for a needle,That s the way the money goes,Pop! goes the man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weedsAnd when the weeds begin to grow It s like a garden full of snow And when the snow begins to fall It s like a bird upon the wall And when the bird away does fly It s like an eagle in the sky And when the sky begins to roar It s like a lion at the door And when the door begins to crack It s like a stick across your back And when your back begins to smartIt s like a penknife in your heart And when your heart begins to bleed You re dead, and dead, and dead I walked by myself, And talked to myself, Myself said I to me, Look to thyself, Take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee.

6 I answered myself, And said to myself, In the self-same repartee, Look to thyself, Or not to thyself, The self-same thing will I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wifes, Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits,Kits, cats, sacks, n wives,How many were going to St. Ives?A was an archer, who shot at a frog, B was a butcher, and had a great dog. C was a captain, all covered with lace, D was a drunkard, and had a red face. E was a squire, with pride on his brow, F was a farmer, and followed the plow. G was a gamester, who had but ill-luck, H was a hunter, and hunted a buck. I was an innkeeper, who lived to carouse, J was a joiner, and built a fine house. K was a king, who governed the land, L was his lady, who had a white hand. M was a miser, and hoarded up gold, N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.

7 O was an oyster girl, who went about town, P was a parson, and wore a black gown. Q was a queen, who wore a silk slip, R was a robber, and wanted a whip. S was a sailor, and spent all he got, T was a tinker, and mended a pot. U was an usurer, a miserable elf, V was a vintner, who drank all himself. W was a watchman, who guarded the door, X was expensive, and so became poor. Y was a youth, who didn t love school, And Z was zany, a poor harmless fool. Barney Bodkin broke his nose,Without feet we can t have toes;Crazy folks are always mad,Want of money makes us , 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 boy who lives down the laneBaa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags , barber, shave a many hairs to make a wig?

8 Four and twenty, that s the barber a pinch of snuff. TOPICS COMMUNICATIVE ASPECTTHE ESL MISCELLANYB irds of a feather flock togetherand so do pigs and and mice will have their choiceand so will I have , wind, blow! and go, mill, go!that the miller may grind corn,that the baker may take itand into rolls make itand send us some hot in the Shaftoe s gone to sea,Silver buckles on his knee,He ll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby ShaftoeBobby Shaftoe s fat and fairCombing down his yellow hair,He s my love forever more,Pretty Bobby ShaftoeBow, wow, wow, who s dog art thou?I m Tommy Tinker s dog, bow, wow, wow!Bye, Baby Bunting,Daddy s gone a huntingTo get himself a rabbit s skinTo wrap my Baby Bunting , cackle, Mother Goose, Have you any feathers loose? Truly have I, my pretty fellow, Half enough to fill a pillow. And here are quills, take one or two, And down to make a bed for you.

9 Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,Give it a stitch and that will s a nail, and there s a prod,How fine it is to be well shod. Cock-a-doodle-do, The maid has lost her shoeAnd master s lost is fiddling stickAnd don t know what to Has come to town with a yellow petticoat And a pretty green , diddle dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his stockings on,One shoe off and one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son dong bell, Pussy s in the well!Who put her in? Little Johnny pulled her out? Little Tommy , what a naughty boy was thatTo try n drown poor pussycatWho s never done us any harmAnd kills the mice on father s Foster went to GloucesterIn a shower of rain, Fell into a puddle right to his middle,And never went there , donkey, old and gray,Open your mouth and gently your ears and blow your hornTo wake the world this sleepy , Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, They all went together to seek a bird s nest.

10 They found a bird s nest with five eggs in, They all took one, and left four Marley is grown so fine, She won t get up to feed the swine, But lies in bed till eight or nine. Lazy Elsie Wuzzy was a bear,Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair,Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn t fuzzy, wuzzy? Georgie Porgie pudding n pie,kissed the girls and made them cry,But when the boys came out to play,Georgie Porgie ran , goosey, ganderWhither doth thou wanderUp stairs and down stairsAnd in my lady s I met an old manWho wouldn t say his prayers,So I took him by the left legAnd threw him down the stairs. COMMUNICATIVE ASPECT TOPICSTHE ESL MISCELLANYG ypsy, Gypsy, tell it meWhat s my fortune going to be?Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor,Rich Man, Poor Man, Beggar Man, ThiefDoctor, Lawyer, Indian me, tell me, tell me I m grown what will I do?Handy Pandy, Jack-a-dandy,loves plum cake and sugar bought some at a grocer s shopand out he came, hop, hop, hop!