Poetry Friday: Eenie, Meenie, Miney Mo

Just visited the zoo, and the tiger was awake! Isn't he glorious? However, I did not catch him by the toe...

photo by Lorie Ann Grover

EENIE, MEENIE, MINEY, MO

Eenie, meeny, miney, mo
Catch a tiger by the toe,
If he hollers, let him go
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.

Poetry Friday: The Balloon

I don't recall this Mother Goose rhyme. Enjoy it with your totz!

photo from militaryphotos.net

The Balloon

“What is the news of the day,

Good neighbor, I pray?”

“They say the balloon

Is gone up to the moon!”

Poetry Friday: Little Bobby Snooks

 

illustration by Blanche Fisher Wright

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Little Bobby Snooks

Little Bobby Snooks was fond of his books,

And loved by his usher and master;

But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,

And carries his nose in a plaster.

Happy Poetry Friday! May we be like Bobby, rather than Jack...

Poetry Friday: The Lost Shoe

It's always fun to find an unfamiliar Mother Goose rhyme. Happy Poetry Friday!

 

Cute pattern at Crafts Crazy

The Lost Shoe

Doodle doodle doo,

The Princess lost her shoe:

Her Highness hopped,

The fiddler stopped,

Not knowing what to do. 

Poetry Friday: A Farmer Went Riding

Happy Poetry Friday, parents and totz! The last of 2011!


Art by Frederick Richardson, Mother Goose the Original Volland Edition

A farmer went riding
Upon his gray mare;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

With his daughter behind him,
So rosy and fair;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried "Croak!"
And they all tumbled down;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

The mare broke her knees,
And the farmer his crown;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

The mischievous raven
Flew laughing away;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

And vowed he would serve them
The same the next day;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

Poetry Friday: The Cat and the Fiddle

THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE 

Hey, diddle, diddle! 

The cat and the fiddle, 

The cow jumped over the moon; 

The little dog laughed 

To see such sport, 

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Poetry Friday: Georgy Porgy

GEORGY PORGY

Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry.

When the boys came out to play,

Georgy Porgy ran away.

Happy Poetry Friday!

Poetry Friday: Smiling Girls, Rosy Boys

Photo from talk Disney

SMILING GIRLS, ROSY BOYS

Smiling girls, rosy boys,

Come and buy my little toys;

Monkeys made of gingerbread,

And sugar horses painted red.

Little toys are the best! Happy Poetry Friday.

Poetry Friday: Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

Resolved to have a battle,

For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee

Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow,

As big as a tar barrel,

Which frightened both the heroes so,

They quite forgot their quarrel.

I don't recall this rhyme, do you? Happy Poetry Friday! 

Poetry Friday: Humpty Dumpty

Wikipedia asserts Humpty is the most well-known Mother Goose rhyme in English. And I had forgotten Alice interviews Humpty in Through the Looking Glass. Here's to Humpty!

HUMPTY DUMPTY

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;

All the King’s horses, and all the King’s men

Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.

Poetry Friday: Little King Boggen

Illustration by Frederick Richardson, Mother Goose, Volland Edition (1915)

LITTLE KING BOGGEN

Little King Boggen, he built a fine hall,

Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;

The windows were made of black puddings and white,

And slated with pan-cakes,- you ne’er saw the like!

I'm craving some pancakes now, on this Poetry Friday! 

Poetry Friday: Birds of a Feather

BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Birds of a feather flock together,

And so will pigs and swine;

Rats and mice will have their choice,

And so will I have mine.

The flocks are everywhere right now! Happy Poetry Friday! 

Poetry Friday: Old Chairs to Mend

OLD CHAIRS TO MEND

If I’d as much money as I could spend,

I never would cry old chairs to mend;.

Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;

I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I’d as much money as I could tell,

I never would cry old clothes to sell;

Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;

I never would cry old clothes to sell.

Happy Poetry Friday, totz!

Poetry Friday: Taffy

Oh, my. I've never heard this, that I recall. Have you? Happy Poetry Friday!

TAFFY

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not home;
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.

I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,
I took up the marrow-bone and flung it at his head.

Poetry Friday: For Want of a Nail

Oh, Mother Goose. So profound! Happy Poetry Friday!

For Want of a Nail

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost;

For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;

For want of the horse, the rider was lost;

For want of the rider, the battle was lost;

For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,

And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

Poetry Friday: Hot Cross Buns

HOT-CROSS BUNS
Hot-cross Buns!
Hot cross Buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.

Enjoy a little baking this weekend with your totz! Happy Poetry Friday!

Poetry Friday: Lucy Locket

How about this adorable purse for your totz? I found it on Etsy. Happy Poetry Friday!

LUCY LOCKET

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,

Kitty Fisher found it;

Nothing in it, nothing in it,

But the binding round it. 

Poetry Friday: March Winds

I took this photo right outside of San Diego. Gorgeous, yes? Happy Poetry Friday!

MARCH WINDS

March winds and April showers

Bring forth May flowers.

Poetry Friday: Daffodils

They are blooming here! How about in your town? Our Daffodil Parade is just around the corner!

NY Botanical Garden

DAFFODILS

Daffy-down-dilly has come to town

In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

Poetry Friday: The Wise Old Owl

Happy Poetry Friday! Let's be the owl, yes? 

photo by US Department of the Interior

A WISE OLD OWL

A wise old owl sat in an oak,
The more he heard, the less he spoke;

The less he spoke, the more he heard;

Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?