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Subject: [FOLKLORE] Rhymes, Poems
Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2000 23:27:58 EDT

Rhymes, Poems
The superstitions and folklore
you need to make life magnificent...
or miserable.

whistling girl and a bleating sheep
Always come to the top of the heap.

A whistling maid and running sheep
Are the best property a man can keep.

A woman that whistles and a hen that crows,
Has her way wherever she goes.

Brother Ben,
Shot at a rooster,
Killed a hen.

An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away.

Apple core,
Bite no more,
Point him out,
Hit him on the snout.

April fool has come and past,
And you are the biggest fool at last.

April showers
Bring May flowers.

Bread and butter,
Come to supper.

Butcher, butcher, killed a louse,
Hung it up in the slaughterhouse.

Christmas is coming,
Turkeys are fat,
Please put a nickel,
In granpa's hat.
If you hnven't a nickel,
A penny will do,
If you haven't that,
God bless you.

Cocks crow in the morn,
To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late,
Will never be wise;
For early to bed,
And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy,
Wealthy and wise.

Come when you're called,
Do as you're bid,
Shut the door after you,
Never be chid.

Come, let's to bed,
Says sleepy head,
Tarry awhile says slow,
Put on the pan,
Says greedy Nan,
Let's sup before we go.

Cow, cow, come blow your horn,
And you shall have a peck of corn.

Do you carrot all for me?
My heart beets for you,
With your turnip nose,
And your radish hose;
You are a peach.
If we cantaloupe,
Lettuce us marry;
Weed make a swell pair.

Do you like beer?
A sock on the ear.

Do you like butter?
I'll punch you in the gutter.

Do you like pie?
I'll punch you in the eye.

Do you like jelly?
I'll punch you in the belly.

Do you want a nickel?
Suck a pickle.

Dressed in yellow, pink or blue,
Nursing cats is all they do,
Poor old maids!

Good-night, sleep tight,
Don't let the bedbugs bite.

Goody, goody, gout,
Shirt tail out
Goody, goody, gin,
Shirt tail in.

Grandmother tipsy toe,
Lost her needle and couldn't sew.

Harry, Harry, ain't no good,
We'll chop him up for kindling wood.

Here I stand all ragged and dirty,
Kiss me quick and I'll run like a turkey.

Here I stand on two little chips,
Come and kiss my sweet little lips.

Hot boiled beans and very good butter,
Ladies and gentlemen come to supper.

I asked my mother for fifty cents,
To see the elephant jump the fence;
He jumped so high, he touched the sky,
And didn't get back until the fourth of July.

I beg your pardon, I grant your grace,
And hope the cat will scratch your face.

I beg your pardon, I'll grant your grace,
If that won't do, I'll spit in your face.

I caught my bow,
I seized my arrow;
But missed the crow,
And shot a sparrow.

I had a little dog,
And his name was Jack,
I put him in a box,
And he jumped through a crack.

I had a little dog, his name was Rover,
And when he died, he died all over.

I see the moon,
And the moon sees me;
I follow the moon,
And the moon follows me.

I should worry, I should care,
I should marry a millionaire.

I should worry, I should cry,
I should marry another guy.

I should worry, I should fret,
I should marry a suffragette.

I told Ma,
Ma told Pa;
Harry got a licking,
Ha! Ha! Ha!

I'm a little curly head,
My father is a preacher,
I love to go to Sunday school,
And listen to the teacher.

I'm a little Hindoo,
I do all I kindoo;
If my pants and shirt don't meet,
I'll make my little skindoo.

I've got a rocket,
In my pocket,
I cannot stop to play.
Away she goes,
I've burnt my toes,
'Tis Independence Day.

If my name you wish to find,
Look on page twenty-nine,
If you wish my name to see,
Look on page twenty-three.
If my name you wish to discover,
Turn back ten pages from the cover,
If my name you lack,
Turn four pages from the back.
If my name you want to know,
Look on page 1-2-0.

If you are to be a gentleman,
As I suppose you'll be,
You'll neither laugh nor smile,
For a tickling of the kneed.

If you love me as I love you,
No knife can cut our love in two.

If you step on a crack,
You'll break your mother's back.

It is a sin,
To steal a pin;
It is a greater,
To steal a pertater.

It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring.

Jack and Jill ran a race,
Jack fell down and skinned his face.

Katydid, katydid, come from your tree,
And tell, little tattler, what did she?

Last look,
You dirty crook.

Made in the shade,
Stirred with a spade,
Good enough for any old maid.

Lets go to bed said sleepy head,
Let's wait awhile said slow;
Put on the pot said greedy gut,
Let's eat before we go.

Lets go to bed said gray eyes,
Let's stay up and eat awhile said greedy gut.

Little head, little wit,
Big head, not a bit.

Losers weepers,
Finders keepers.

Mocking is catching,
Hanging is stretching.

Mother may I take a swim?
Yes my darling daughter;
Hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
And don't go near the water.

Old mother witch fell in a ditch,
Picked up a penny and thought she was rich.

One's company,
Two's a couple,
Three's a crowd.

One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Close the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,
Big fat hen;
Eleven twelve,
Ring the bell;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids are courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids are kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids are waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
Maids are plenty;
Twenty-one, twenty-two,
That will do.

Raccoon tail is ringed around,
Opossum tail is long and bare;
Rabbit has no tail,
Just a little bunch of hair.

Raccoon up a persimmon tree,
The opossum on the ground;
He said you son of a gun,
Shake those simmons down.

Red and yellow,
Catch your fellow.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.

Snake, snake, run in the grass,
And I'll not hurt you as you pass.

Snow is white, coal is black,
If your pants are loose, pull in the slack.

Step in a hole,
Break your mother's sugar bowl.

Step on a crack,
Break your mother's back.

Step on a nail,
Get your father in jail.

Stingy gut, stingy gut,
Eat the whole world up.

Summer winds blow strong and cool,
For I'm obliged to stay in school.

Take off your left shoe,
And I can tell your fortune;
I'll tell you what your trouble is,
I'll tell you who wants you,
I'll tell you who loves you.
God loves you,
The devil wants you,
And the trouble is,
To put on your shoe.

Taste and try,
Before you buy.

Tattletale tit,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And every little dog,
Shall have a little bit.

Tattletale, tattletale,
Hanging on a bull's tail.

Ten little boys standing in a line,
One went home and that left nine;
Nine little boys swinging on a gate,
One fell off and that left eight;
Eight little boys never heard of heaven,
One kicked the bucket and that left seven;
Seven little boys cutting up tricks,
One broke his neck and that left six;
Six little boys kicking all alive,
One went to bed and that left five;
Five little boys on the cellar door,
One tumbled in and that left four;
Four little boys out on a spree,
One drank milk and that left three;
Three little boys in a canoe,
One tumbled overboard and that left two;
Two little boys fooled with a gun,
One shot the other and that left one;
One little boy with his little wife,
Lived in a tent the rest of his life;
One daddy boy and one nanny wife,
Soon raised a family of ten boys all.

Ten little girls went out to dine,
One choked her little self and then there were nine;
Nine little girls sat up very late,
One overslept herself and then there were eight;
Eight little girls traveling to Devon,
One said she'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little girls chopping up sticks,
One chopped herself in halves and then there were six;
Six little girls playing with a hive,
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five;
Five little girls going in for law,
One got in chancery and then there were four;
Four little girls going out to sea,
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three;
Three little girls walking in the zoo,
A big bear hugged one and then there were two;
Two little girls sitting in the sun,
One got frizzled up and then there was one;
One little girl living all alone,
She got married and then there were none.

Thirty days has September,
April, June and November.
All the rest have thirty-one.
February has twenty-eight alone.
Excepting leap year, that's the time,
When February's days are twenty-nine.

Tit for tat,
You kill my dog,
And I'll skin your cat.

Tom was a bad boy,
Beat a poor cat.
Tom put a stone,
In a blind man's hat.
Tom was a bad boy,
Wouldn't say his prayers.
Along came the devil,
And kicked him down stairs.

Was ever heard such noise and clamor,
That hatchet's jealous of the hammer.

What goes up must come down,
Either on the head or on the ground.

What shall we do?
Spit on our shoe.

What's your name?
John Brown.
Ask me again,
And I'll knock you down.

Where was Moses when the light went out?
Down in the cellar eating sauerkraut.

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