| Author |
Title |
First Line |
Henry Abbey |
What Do We Plant? |
What do we plant when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship, which will cross the sea |
Anderson Alexander |
Cuddle Doon |
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht |
Joy Allison |
I Love You, Mother |
"I love you, mother," said little John. Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on |
Laurence Alma-Tadema |
The Robin |
When father takes his spade to dig |
Anonymous |
Alison |
Bytuene Mershe ant Averil |
Anonymous |
All Busy |
The cock's on the house-top, blowing his horn; |
Anonymous |
April |
When April was asked whether she could bring reliable weather |
Anonymous |
Bimble, Bamble, Bumble |
There was an old woman who rode on a broom, |
Anonymous |
Blow, Wind, Blow |
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! |
Anonymous |
Bow-Wow-Wow |
Bow-wow-wow! It's the great watch dog. |
Anonymous |
Buttercup |
What makes the buttercup so yellow? |
Anonymous |
The Campbells Are Comin' |
The Campbells are comin', Oho, Oho, |
Anonymous |
Can You? |
Can you put the spider's web back in place that once has been swept away |
Anonymous |
Cherries |
Under the trees, the farmer said, smiling and shaking his wise old head |
Anonymous |
The Clucking Hen |
"Will you take a walk with me, my little wife, to-day? |
Anonymous |
Daffy-Down-Dilly |
Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town |
Anonymous |
Dame Duck's First Lecture on Education |
Old Mother Duck has hatched a brood of ducklings, small and callow; |
Anonymous |
A Farmer Went Riding |
A farmer went riding upon his gray mare, |
Anonymous |
A Frog He Would A-Wooing Go |
A Frog he would a-wooing go, whether his mother would let him or no, |
Anonymous |
God's Care |
In the pleasant sunny meadows, where the buttercups are seen |
Anonymous |
Goldenrod |
Tell me, sunny goldenrod, growing everywhere, |
Anonymous |
Grasshopper Green |
Grasshopper Green is a comical chap; he lives on the best of fare. |
Anonymous |
The Green Grass Growing All Around |
There was a tree stood in the ground, the prettiest tree you ever did see |
Anonymous |
How the Little Kite Learned to Fly |
"I never can do it," the little kite said, as he looked at the others high over his head; |
Anonymous |
How To Get a Breakfast |
Said the first little chick, with a queer little squirm, |
Anonymous |
The Light-Hearted Fairy |
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho! |
Anonymous |
Little Jack Frost |
Little Jack Frost went up the hill, watching the stars and the moon so still |
Anonymous |
London Bridge |
London bridge is broken down, |
Anonymous |
The Man in the Moon |
The Man in the Moon as he sails the sky is a very remarkable skipper, |
Anonymous |
Mr. Nobody |
I know a funny little man, as quiet as a mouse |
Anonymous |
My Maid Mary |
My maid Mary she minds the dairy, |
Anonymous |
The North Wind Doth Blow |
The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow |
Anonymous |
Old Dame Cricket |
Old Dame Cricket, down in a thicket, brought up her children nine |
Anonymous |
Once I Saw a Little Bird |
Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop. |
Anonymous |
A Pretty Game |
The sun and the rain in fickle weather |
Anonymous |
Pussy-Cat Mew |
Pussy-Cat Mew jumped over a coal |
Anonymous |
The Quarrelsome Kittens |
Two little kittens, one stormy night, began to quarrel, and then to fight; |
Anonymous |
The Rabbits |
Between the hill and the brook, ook, ook, |
Anonymous |
The Robber Kitten |
A kitten once to its mother said, "I'll never more be good, |
Anonymous |
Robin Hood and the Ranger |
When Phoebus had melted the sickles of ice, and likewise the mountains of snow |
Anonymous |
Santa Claus |
He comes in the night! He comes in the night! |
Anonymous |
Sir Patrick Spens |
The king sits in Dunfermline town, |
Anonymous |
Some Little Mice |
Some little mice sat in a barn to spin; |
Anonymous |
Three Little Maidens |
There were three little maidens as busy as elves, |
Anonymous |
Three Little Owlets |
Three little owlets in a hollow tree |
Anonymous |
When I Was a Little Boy |
When I was a little boy, I lived by myself |
Anonymous |
White Sheep |
White sheep, white sheep, on a blue hill |
John Kendrick Bangs |
The Little Elf-Man |
I met a little Elf-man, once, down where the lilies blow. |
John Kendrick Bangs |
A Thanksgiving |
For summer rain, and winter's sun |
Amelia Barr |
Thanksgiving |
Have you cut the wheat in the blowing fields |
Matthias Barr |
Moon, So Round and Yellow |
Moon, so round and yellow looking from on high |
Marjorie Barrows |
Finding Fairies |
When the winds of March are wakening the crocuses and crickets |
Clara Doty Bates |
Who Likes the Rain? |
"I," said the duck, "I call it fun, for I have my little red rubbers on; |
Henry C. Bunner |
One, Two, Three |
It was an old, old, old, old lady, |
Robert Burns |
The Banks o' Doon |
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, |
Robert Burns |
Bannockburn |
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled |
Robert Burns |
For a' That |
Is there, for honest poverty |
Robert Burns |
John Anderson |
John Anderson, my jo, John, |
Robert Burns |
My Heart's in the Highlands |
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; |
Robert Burns |
My Jean |
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw |
Robert Burns |
To a Mountain Daisy |
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, |
Robert Burns |
To a Mouse |
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, |
Mary F. Butts |
Dewdrops |
A million little diamonds sparkled on the trees |
Mary F. Butts |
Winter Night |
Blow, wind, blow! |
Thomas Campbell |
Lord Ullin's Daughter |
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound |
Mrs. Carter |
Nursery Song |
As I walked over the hill one day |
Lydia Maria Child |
The Little Maiden and the Little Bird |
"Little bird! little bird! come to me! |
Lydia Maria Child |
Thanksgiving Day |
Over the river and through the wood |
Lydia Maria Child |
Who Stole the Bird's Nest? |
"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee! Will you listen to me? |
Walter de la Mare |
Bunches of Grapes |
"Bunches of grapes," says Timothy: |
William Douglas |
Annie Laurie |
Maxwelton braes are bonnie where early fa's the dew |
James Ferguson |
Auld Daddy Darkness |
Auld Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole |
Eugene Field |
The Rock-a-By Lady |
The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby Street comes stealing; comes creeping |
George Gascoigne |
A Lover's Lullaby |
Sing lullaby, as women do, wherewith they bring their babes to rest |
Kate Greenaway |
I Saw a Ship |
I saw a ship that sailed the sea. |
Kate Greenaway |
Little Wind |
Little wind, blow on the hill top, Little wind, blow down the plain |
Kate Greenaway |
My Robin |
Under the window is my garden |
Kate Greenaway |
Somewhere Town |
Which is the way to Somewhere Town? |
Kate Greenaway |
To the Sun Door |
They saw it rise in the morning, they saw it set at night |
Kate Greenaway |
Will You Be My Little Wife? |
Will you be my little wife if I ask you? Do! |
Lizzie M. Hadley |
The Rainbow Fairies |
Two little clouds one summer's day |
Oliver Herford |
Elf and Dormouse |
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf |
Josiah Gilbert Holland |
Rockaby, Lullaby |
Rockaby, lullaby, bees on the clover! |
Thomas Hood |
Precocious Piggy |
"Where are you going to, you little pig?" |
Mary Howliston |
Our Flag |
There are many flags in many lands, |
Jean Ingelow |
Milking Song |
"Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling ere the early dews were falling |
Jean Ingelow |
Seven Times One |
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover |
Margaret Johnson |
A Bonny Boat |
One, two, three! A bonny boat I see |
Charles Kingsley |
The Lost Doll |
I once had a sweet little doll, dears |
Lucy Larcom |
Sir Robin |
Rollicking Robin is here again. |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
Song |
The wind blows east, the wind blows west, |
George MacDonald |
A Verse |
The lightning and thunder, they go and they come |
Isabel Eccelstone Mackay |
Spring's Waking |
A snowdrop lay in the sweet, dark ground. |
Irene Rutherford McLeod |
Song from "April" |
I know where the wind flowers blow! |
Emily Huntington Miller |
The Bluebird |
I know the song that the bluebird is singing |
Hugh Miller |
The Babie |
Nae shoon to hide her tiny taes |
Olive Beaupré Miller |
The Road to China |
I learned today the world is round like my big rubber ball |
A. A. Milne |
The Alchemist |
There lives an old man at the top of the street |
A. A. Milne |
At Home |
I want a soldier (A soldier in a busby) |
A. A. Milne |
At the Zoo |
There are lions and roaring tigers, and enormous camels and things |
A. A. Milne |
Bad Sir Brian Botany |
Sir Brian had a battleaxe with great big knobs on |
A. A. Milne |
Before Tea |
Emmeline has not been seen for more than a week |
A. A. Milne |
Brownie |
In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain |
A. A. Milne |
Buckingham Palace |
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace |
A. A. Milne |
The Christening |
What shall I call my dear little dormouse? |
A. A. Milne |
Corner-of-the-Street |
Down by the corner of the street where the three roads meet |
A. A. Milne |
Daffodowndilly |
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet |
A. A. Milne |
Disobedience |
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree |
A. A. Milne |
The Dormouse and the Doctor |
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed |
A. A. Milne |
Growing Up |
I've got shoes with grown up laces |
A. A. Milne |
Halfway Down |
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit |
A. A. Milne |
Happiness |
John had great big waterproof boots on |
A. A. Milne |
Hoppity |
Christopher Robin goes hoppity, hoppity |
A. A. Milne |
If I Were King |
I often wish I were a King, and then I could do anything |
A. A. Milne |
In the Fashion |
A lion has a tail and a very fine tail |
A. A. Milne |
Independence |
I never did, I never did, I never did like |
A. A. Milne |
The Invaders |
In careless patches through the wood the clumps of yellow primrose stood |
A. A. Milne |
The Island |
If I had a ship, I'd sail my ship, I'd sail my ship through Eastern seas |
A. A. Milne |
Jonathan Jo |
Jonathan Jo has a mouth like an 'O' |
A. A. Milne |
The King's Breakfast |
The King asked the Queen, and the Queen asked the Dairymaid |
A. A. Milne |
Knights and Ladies |
There is in my old picture-book a page at which I like to look |
A. A. Milne |
Lines and Squares |
Whenever I walk in a London street, I'm ever so careful to watch my feet |
A. A. Milne |
Little Bo-Peep and Little Boy Blue |
"What have you done with your sheep, Little Bo-Peep? |
A. A. Milne |
Market Square |
I had a penny, a bright new penny |
A. A. Milne |
The Mirror |
Between the woods the afternoon is fallen in a golden swoon |
A. A. Milne |
Missing |
Has anybody seen my mouse? |
A. A. Milne |
Nursery Chairs |
One of the chairs is South America |
A. A. Milne |
Politeness |
If people ask me, I always tell them |
A. A. Milne |
Puppy and I |
I met a man as I went walking |
A. A. Milne |
Rice Pudding |
What is the matter with Mary Jane? |
A. A. Milne |
Sand-Between-the-Toes |
I went down to the shouting sea, taking Christopher down with me |
A. A. Milne |
Shoes and Stockings |
There's a cavern in the mountain where the old men meet |
A. A. Milne |
Spring Morning |
Where am I going? I don't quite know |
A. A. Milne |
Summer Afternoon |
Six brown cows walk down to drink |
A. A. Milne |
Teddy Bear |
A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise |
A. A. Milne |
The Four Friends |
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow |
A. A. Milne |
The Three Foxes |
Once upon a time there were three little foxes |
A. A. Milne |
Twinkletoes |
When the sun shines through the leaves of the apple-tree |
A. A. Milne |
Vespers |
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed |
A. A. Milne |
Water-Lilies |
Where the water-lilies go to and fro |
A. A. Milne |
The Wrong House |
I went into a house, and it wasn't a house |
Dinah Mulock |
The New Year |
Who comes dancing over the snow |
Edith Nesbit |
Baby Seed Song |
Little brown seed, oh! little brown brother |
Judge Parry |
I Would Like You for a Comrade |
I would like you for a comrade, for I love you, that I do, |
Elizabeth Prentiss |
Cradle Song |
Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father's watching the sheep |
Elizabeth Prentiss |
Long Time Ago |
Once there was a little Kitty, white as the snow |
William Brighty Rands |
The Peddler's Caravan |
I wish I lived in a caravan |
Laura E. Richards |
Bird Song |
The robin sings of willow-buds |
Laura E. Richards |
Little Brown Bobby |
Little Brown Bobby sat on the barn floor |
Laura E. Richards |
An Old Rat's Tale |
He was a rat, and she was a rat, |
Laura E. Richards |
Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout |
"Oh, Peterkin Pout and Gregory Grout are two little goblins black, |
Laura E. Richards |
Rosy Posy |
There was a little Rosy, and she had a little nosy |
Laura E. Richards |
A Valentine |
Oh! little loveliest lady mine |
Charles D. G. Roberts |
When the Sleepy Man Comes |
When the sleepy man comes with the dust on his eyes, |
Christina Georgina Rossetti |
The Bow That Bridges Heaven |
Boats sail on the rivers and ships sail on the seas |
Christina Georgina Rossetti |
Minnie and Mattie |
Minnie and Mattie and fat little May |
Christina Georgina Rossetti |
What Can I Give Him? |
What can I give Him? Poor as I am? |
Christina Georgina Rossetti |
Who Has Seen the Wind? |
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you |
Sir Walter Scott |
The Bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee |
To the Lords o' Convention 't was Claver'se who spoke |
Sir Walter Scott |
Gathering Song of Donald Dhu |
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu |
Wilhelmina Seegmuller |
Seven Little Chicks |
Seven little chicks go, "Peep, peep, peep," |
Wilhelmina Seegmuller |
There Was a Little Robin |
There was a little robin sat singing in a tree |
Wilhelmina Seegmuller |
What I Like |
I like to ride on a load of hay, to tramp in puddles on a rainy day |
Gabriel Setoun |
How the Flowers Grow |
This is how the flowers grow: I have watched them and I know |
Gabriel Setoun |
The Ship |
I saw a ship a-sailing |
Anna E. Skinner |
Old King Winter |
Old King Winter's on his throne in robes of ermine white |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
A Good Boy |
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
The Rain |
The rain is raining all around |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
Singing |
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
The Swing |
How do you like to go up in a swing |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
Time To Rise |
A birdie with a yellow bill hopped upon my window sill |
Robert Louis Stevenson |
Windy Nights |
Whenever the moon and stars are set |
William Stevenson |
Jolly Good Ale and Old |
I cannot eat but little meat |
Robert Tennant |
Wee Davie Daylicht |
Wee Davie Daylicht keeks ower the sea |
Celia Thaxter |
Jack Frost |
Rustily creak the crickets |
Celia Thaxter |
Lock the Dairy Door |
"Lock the dairy door! Lock the dairy door! |
Edith M. Thomas |
Shoe or Stocking |
In Holland, children set their shoes |
Olive A. Wadsworth |
Over in the Meadow |
Over in the meadow in a nest built of sticks |
Fred E. Weatherly |
The Dustman |
When the toys are growing weary |
F. C. Woodworth |
The Snow Bird |
The ground was all covered with snow one day |
