Nursery Rhymes

In England gibt es eine Menge lustiger und unsinniger Kinderverse, die man Nursery Rhymes nennt. Viele Kinder lieben sie, weil man sie sehr schnell auswendig lernen und vor sich herbrabbeln kann. Hier kommen die bekanntesten:

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.

Little Bo-Peep
has lost her sheep,
And doesn't know
where to find them,
Leave them alone
and they'll come home,
Wagging their tails
behind them.

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost
her shoe,
My master s lost
his fiddling stick,
And doesn't know
what to do.

Here am I
Little Jumping Joan;
When nobody's with me
I'm all alone.

Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse was gone,
Hickory, diekory, dock.

Pussy cat, pussy cat,
where have you been?
I've been to London
to look at the queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat,
what did you there ?
I frightened a little mouse
under a chair.

Georgie Porgie,
pudding and pie
Kissed the girls
and made them cry;
When the boys came
out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

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

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.

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

Hot cross buns
Hot cross buns
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!
If you have no daughters,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
Some in rags,
And some in jags,
And one in a velvet gown.

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.

Two little dicky birds
Sat upon a wall;
One named Peter
he other named Paul.
Fly away, Peter!
Fly away, Paul!
Come back, Peter!
Come back, Paul!

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.

There was a little girl,
and she had a little curl,
Right in the rniddle
of her forehead;
When she was good,
she was very, very good,
But when she was bad
she was horrid.

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

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.

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

The man in the moon
Came down too soon,
And asked his way to Norwich,
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold plum porridge.

Higgledy Piggledy, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine and sometimes ten,
Higgledy Piggledy, my black hen.

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this 1 know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussys in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
And killed the mice in his
father's barn.

Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair,
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale ,
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle,
He pricked his finger very much;
Which made poor Simon whistle.