Mother Goose Short Poems
Famous Short Mother Goose Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Mother Goose. A collection of the all-time best Mother Goose short poems
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Mother Goose
Higher than a house, higher than a tree.
Oh! whatever can that be?
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Mother Goose
A sunshiny shower
Won't last half an hour.
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Mother Goose
Ride away, ride away,
Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat
Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog
Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride
To see his grandmother.
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Mother Goose
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year, that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.
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Mother Goose
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.
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Mother Goose
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
"Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
And that's what little boys are made of.
"
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of.
"
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Mother Goose
Great A, little a,
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And can't see me.
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Mother Goose
The greedy man is he who sits
And bites bits out of plates,
Or else takes up an almanac
And gobbles all the dates.
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Mother Goose
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.
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Mother Goose
Lives in winter,
Dies in summer,
And grows with its roots upward!
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Mother Goose
Jerry Hall, he was so small,
A rat could eat him, hat and all.
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Mother Goose
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
"Are the children in their beds? Now it's eight o'clock.
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Mother Goose
Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string;
If you'll tell me this riddle,
I'll give you a ring.
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Mother Goose
As the days grow longer
The storms grow stronger.
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Mother Goose
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,
The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.
Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
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Mother Goose
Little Nanny Etticoat
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.
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Mother Goose
Black within and red without;
Four corners round about.
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Mother Goose
There came an old woman from France
Who taught grown-up children to dance;
But they were so stiff,
She sent them home in a sniff,
This sprightly old woman from France.
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Mother Goose
Bat, bat,
Come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake
I'll give you a cake
If I am not mistaken.
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Mother Goose
As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig
Upon my word and honor.
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Mother Goose
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.
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Mother Goose
Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
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Mother Goose
One misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man,
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
And I began to grin.
How do you do? And how do you do?
And how do you do again?
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Mother Goose
One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Knock at the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, 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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Mother Goose
Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11,
Spin, spun, muskidun,
Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21.