Here are some of the nursery rhymes and songs Marisa enjoys. M can recite some of the words in these rhymes & songs. It is simply amazing how I have many of these memorized, as we also recite them in the car or elsewhere while we are out and about. M also likes to do a lot of finger plays which she learned at Musical Lapsit.
It's going to take me a while to type them all up. This list was last updated on 4/6/07.
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Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master, and one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
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Bow, wow, wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Bow, wow, wow!
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M likes this sung to the "twinkle twinkle little star" tune; just repeat the first two lines again at the end.
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
One for the master, and one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
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Bow, wow, wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog,
Bow, wow, wow!
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M requests this by saying, "kak-koe kak-koe."
Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose,
Have you any feathers loose?
Truly have I, pretty fellow,
Half enough to fill a pillow.
Here are quills, take one or two,
And down to make a bed for you.
Have you any feathers loose?
Truly have I, pretty fellow,
Half enough to fill a pillow.
Here are quills, take one or two,
And down to make a bed for you.
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Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe
Get it done by half past two.
Stitch it up, and stitch it down,
Make the finest shoes in town.
Get it done by half past two.
Stitch it up, and stitch it down,
Make the finest shoes in town.
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Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream!
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream!
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Dance, little baby, dance up high!
Never mind, baby, mother is by.
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backward and forward, round and round,
Dance, little baby and mother will sing,
With the merry chorale, ding, ding, ding!
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Dance, little baby, dance up high!
Never mind, baby, mother is by.
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backward and forward, round and round,
Dance, little baby and mother will sing,
With the merry chorale, ding, ding, ding!
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Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty,
The cat ran up the plum tree.
Half a crown to fetch her down,
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty.
The cat ran up the plum tree.
Half a crown to fetch her down,
Diddlety, diddlety, dumpty.
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Do your ears hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears hang high? Do they reach up to the sky?
Do they wrinkle when they're wet? Do they straighten when they're dry?
Can you wave them at your neighbor with an element of flavor?
Do your ears hang high?
Can you tie them in a knot? Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder like a continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?
Do your ears hang high? Do they reach up to the sky?
Do they wrinkle when they're wet? Do they straighten when they're dry?
Can you wave them at your neighbor with an element of flavor?
Do your ears hang high?
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M is starting to warm up to this song. It's on one of her CDs, plus we sometimes sing it at Musical Lapsit.
Five little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only four little ducks came back.
Four little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only three little ducks came back.
Three little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only two little ducks came back.
Two little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only one little duck came back.
One little duck went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But onen of the five little ducks came back.
Sad Mother Duck went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
And all of the five little ducks came back.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only four little ducks came back.
Four little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only three little ducks came back.
Three little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only two little ducks came back.
Two little ducks went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But only one little duck came back.
One little duck went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
But onen of the five little ducks came back.
Sad Mother Duck went out one day, Over the hills and far away.
Mother Duck said, "Quack, quack, quack, quack."
And all of the five little ducks came back.
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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.
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickroy, dickory, dock.
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Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickroy, dickory, dock.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses, and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses, and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
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Hush-a-bye baby upon the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
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Jack Srpatt could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean.
So 'twixt them both they cleaned the cloht,
And licked the platter clean.
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Little Betty Blue lost her holiday shoe,
What shall little Betty do?
Give her another to match the other,
And then she'll walk upon two.
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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
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Hush-a-bye baby upon the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
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Jack Srpatt could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean.
So 'twixt them both they cleaned the cloht,
And licked the platter clean.
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Little Betty Blue lost her holiday shoe,
What shall little Betty do?
Give her another to match the other,
And then she'll walk upon two.
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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep!
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Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"
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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating some curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating some curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
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Little Robin Red-breast
Sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle, went his head,
Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.
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Lucy Locket has lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
There was not a penny in it,
But a ribbon 'round it.
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Little Robin Red-breast
Sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle, went his head,
Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.
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Lucy Locket has lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
There was not a penny in it,
But a ribbon 'round it.
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M says, "may may may," when referring to this rhyme.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockleshells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockleshells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three.
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Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he called for his fiddlers three.
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, and a very fine fiddle had he.
Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare with King Cole and his fiddlers three.
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Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
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One, two, buckle my shoe.
Three, four, knock at the door.
Five, six, pick up sticks.
Sever, eight, lay them straight.
Nine, ten, a good fat hen.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting.
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
Three, four, knock at the door.
Five, six, pick up sticks.
Sever, eight, lay them straight.
Nine, ten, a good fat hen.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting.
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting.
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
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One of M's favorite finger plays...
Open, shut them, open, shut them,
Give a little clap clap clap.
Open, shut them, open, shut them,
Put them in your lap lap lap.
Creep them, crawl them,
Creep them, crawl them,
Right up to your chin chin chin.
Open up your little mouth,
But do not let them in.
Give a little clap clap clap.
Open, shut them, open, shut them,
Put them in your lap lap lap.
Creep them, crawl them,
Creep them, crawl them,
Right up to your chin chin chin.
Open up your little mouth,
But do not let them in.
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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?
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?
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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.
Had a wife, and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.
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Pussycate, pussycat, where have you been?
I've been to London to see the Queen.
Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
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Pussycate, pussycat, where have you been?
I've been to London to see the Queen.
Pussycat, pussycat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
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Ring around the rosies,
A pocket foll of posies,
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down.
A pocket foll of posies,
Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down.
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Rock-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green.
Father's a nobleman,
Mother's a queen.
And Betty's a lady,
And wears a gold ring.
And Johnny's a drummer,
And drums for the king.
Your cradle is green.
Father's a nobleman,
Mother's a queen.
And Betty's a lady,
And wears a gold ring.
And Johnny's a drummer,
And drums for the king.
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Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
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Musical Lapsit always begins with this song.
The more we get together, together, together,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
The more we sing together, together, together,
The more we sing together, the happier we'll be.
For your songs are my songs,
And my songs are your songs,
The more we sing together, the happier we'll be.
The more we read together, together, together,
The more we read together, the happier we'll be.
For your books are my books,
And my books are your books,
The more we read together the happier we'll be.
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
For your friends are my friends,
And my friends are your friends,
The more we get together, the happier we'll be.
The more we sing together, together, together,
The more we sing together, the happier we'll be.
For your songs are my songs,
And my songs are your songs,
The more we sing together, the happier we'll be.
The more we read together, together, together,
The more we read together, the happier we'll be.
For your books are my books,
And my books are your books,
The more we read together the happier we'll be.
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The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round, round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all around the town.
The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish,
swish swish swish, swish swish swish,
The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish,
all around the town.
The driver on the bus goes, "Move on back!
move on back, move on back!"
The driver on the bus goes, "Move on back!"
all around the town.
The people on the bus go up and down,
up and down, up and down.
The people on the bus go up and down,
all around the town.
The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep,
beep beep beep, beep beep beep.
The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep,
all around the town.
The baby on the bus goes, "Wah wah wah,
wah wah wah, wah wah wah."
The baby on the bus goes, "Wah wah wah,"
all around the town.
The parents on the bus go, "Shh shh shh,
shh shh shh, shh shh shh."
The parents on the bus go, "Shh shh shh,"
all around the town.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round, round and round,
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all around the town.
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There's a neat little clock,
In the school room it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
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This is one of M's favorite songs, and she is getting better and better at singing along.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round, round and round.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all around the town.
The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish,
swish swish swish, swish swish swish,
The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish,
all around the town.
The driver on the bus goes, "Move on back!
move on back, move on back!"
The driver on the bus goes, "Move on back!"
all around the town.
The people on the bus go up and down,
up and down, up and down.
The people on the bus go up and down,
all around the town.
The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep,
beep beep beep, beep beep beep.
The horn on the bus goes beep beep beep,
all around the town.
The baby on the bus goes, "Wah wah wah,
wah wah wah, wah wah wah."
The baby on the bus goes, "Wah wah wah,"
all around the town.
The parents on the bus go, "Shh shh shh,
shh shh shh, shh shh shh."
The parents on the bus go, "Shh shh shh,"
all around the town.
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
round and round, round and round,
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
all around the town.
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There's a neat little clock,
In the school room it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
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There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
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There was an old woman who lived in Dundee,
And in her back garden there grew a plum tree.
The plums they grew rotten before they grew ripe,
And she sold them three farthings a pint.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which wayto go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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There was an old woman who lived in Dundee,
And in her back garden there grew a plum tree.
The plums they grew rotten before they grew ripe,
And she sold them three farthings a pint.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which wayto go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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