The Real Mother Goose eBook

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PETER PIPER

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?

ONE TO TEN

1, 2, 3, 4, 5!  I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!  I let her go again.

AN EQUAL

Read my riddle, I pray. 
What God never sees,
What the king seldom sees,
What we see every day.

THE TARTS

    The Queen of Hearts,
    She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
    The Knave of Hearts,
    He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.

    The King of Hearts
    Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
    The Knave of Hearts
    Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more.

COME, LET’S TO BED

“To bed!  To bed!”
    Says Sleepy-head;
“Tarry awhile,” says Slow;
“Put on the pan,”
    Says Greedy Nan;
    “We’ll sup before we go.”

LITTLE MAID

“Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?”
“Down in the forest to milk my cow.” 
“Shall I go with thee?” “No, not now;
When I send for thee, then come thou.”

WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?

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.”

BANDY LEGS

As I was going to sell my eggs
I met a man with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes;
I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

THE GIRL AND THE BIRDS

When I was a little girl, about seven years old,
I hadn’t got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold. 
So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown. 
I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work. 
The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,
The dove with her rough bill brought me them home. 
The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
The bullfinch played the organ,—­we made merry work.

A PIG

As I went to Bonner,
    I met a pig
    Without a wig
Upon my word and honor.

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