Anyone for Light & Silly?

I kind of like this one: 

Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.

Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They've all gone away.

Blow the fire and make the toast,
Put the muffins on to roast,
Blow the fire and make the toast,
We'll all have tea.

I was always partial to Taffy the Welshman!  A little dark, but interesting.

Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a piece of beef.

I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not home;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a mutton bone.

I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a silver pin.

I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was in bed;
I took up a poker
And threw it at his head.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender's green
When you are King, dilly dilly,
I shall be Queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so

Call up your friends, dilly, dilly
Set them to work
Some to the plough, dilly dilly,
Some to the fork

Some to the hay, dilly dilly,
Some to thresh corn
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly,
Keep ourselves warm

Roses are red, dilly dilly

Violets are blue

Because you love me, dilly dilly

I will love you

How about this one?!?

All Around the Mulberry Bush

All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle.
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.

Half a pound of tuppenney rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel.

I used to babysit for a family who had a beautiful, old mulberry bush in their front yard.  Its branches were twisted and complicated.  It formed a fortress close to the ground.  The father told the landscaping company which bushes to trim, etc.  When he got home, he was dumbfounded to find that the landscaping guys had completely cut the mulberry bush down.  He almost cried!  The bush was beautiful, and I was also sad to see that it had accidentally been cut down.

Hugs!
-Susan

Is this OK, Centria? It's not exactly what you were asking for, but I did find it on a nursery rhyme website…  It's kind of sweet, don't you think?  :)

The Candy Man
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew,                            
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?                              
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can;                                   
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love                              
And makes the world taste good.

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh,                             
Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry lemon pie?                           
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can;                                  
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love                               
And makes the world taste good.
The Candy Man makes everything he bakes                              
Satisfying and delicious.                                      
Talk about your childhood wishes!                                   
You can even eat the dishes!                                      

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream,                        
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream?                           
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can;                                  
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love                               
And makes the world taste good.

The Candy Man makes everything he bakes                                
Satisfying and delicious.                                     
Talk about your childhood wishes!                                   
You can even eat the dishes!

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream,                                 
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream?                           
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can;                                   
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love                                
And makes the world taste good.

Wait a minute…I just had a thought. Is this a 1970s drug song?  If so, OOPS!  :)

After all the events around Dryad's birthday celebration(s), it's nice to arrive here for a soft landing.

Andrew Dice Clay had his own versions, which I shall not go further in mentioning, ha ha.

There are some here that I haven't heard before, though some I definitely have.  The balance I haven't heard in long time; thanks for the trip down memory lane, Centria et al.

My own favorite is:

Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up the clock
The clock struck two
And down he flew!
Hickory dickory dock!

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=8Vx6vKXyCfo

Teach this one to the grand kids :)

Make your own hand movements………you can even spit some water if you like :)

Baby Beluga


Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below, And a little whale on the go.

Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
Is the water warm?
Is your mama home with you so happy?

Way down yonder where the dolphins play,
Where you dive and splash all day.
Waves roll in and the waves roll out!
See the water squirtin’ out of your spout.

Baby beluga, oh, baby beluga,
Sing your little song, sing for all your friends. We like to hear you.

Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,
Swim so wild and you swim so free.
Heaven above and the sea below, And a little whale on the go.

When it’s dark, you’re home and fed,
Curl up snug in your water bed.
Moon is shining and the stars are out.
Good night, little whale, good night.

Baby beluga, of, baby beluga,
With tomorrow’s sun, another day’s begun.
You’ll soon be waking.


I guess this is more of a song than a nursery rhyme but I thought you might like it…and it's “light” :)

Cute idea for a blog Kathy, Thanks!

Love and squeeks,

J

Note that it doesn't specifically say that Taffy was injured in the assault.  I just remember not wanting to be Taffy the Welshman.

Ha ha ha!  PERFECT timing!  I've had Shel Silverstein on the brain the last couple of days.  You can see by tonight's icon, I even added blue sky to his artwork for my icon.  lol, I'm going to get into copyright trouble!  ::I'll take it off at request!!!:

And now, Bluewater, I have Baby Beluga on my mind!

Thanks - I needed this ;)

Warm hugs, Erin

Hi Kathy, you can find my nursery rhyme here.  : )
love and blessings,
Samme

that reminds me of another magical one

Winken, Blinken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe –
Sailed off on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Winken,
Blinken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them al night long
Ruffled the waves of dew
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in the beautiful sea –
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish –
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fisherman three:
Winken,
Blinken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam –
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fisherman home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea –
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Winken,
Blinken,
And Nod.

Winken and Blinken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoes that sailed the skies
Is the wee one's trundle-bed
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked hte fisherman three:
Winken,
Blinken,
And Nod.

This is a silly song we sang as kids:

Oh, the moon shines bright on Charlie Chaplin.
His shoes are crackin'; they need a-blackin'
And his little red pants they need a patchin'
Where he's been scratchin' mosqito bites.

Here's one!

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

Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
“Ashes, Ashes”
We all fall down!

Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
A Pocket full of Posies
“A-tishoo! A-tishoo!”
We all fall Down!

(good thing we didn't know the meaning of this one when were little, eh?)

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
When in the morning light I wake,
Teach me the path of love to take.

come my darling
come my duck
come into my garden
and I will give you
a flower.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
Eating his Christmas pie,
He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum
And said “What a good boy am I!”

This is wonderful. What a playful start to my day. Thank you……

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

This one had my name of it. As a little girl I saw me grown up as this magical lady.
I have a unicorn in my faerie glen.
I wear rings on my fingers and all my toes.
Bells hang in my garden, on my doors, on my jewelry/clothes. Their tinkles remind me how beautiful my life is, and to stay of a path of simple bliss.
Om is my mantra, my music, the Universal sound, my sacred vibration. I never sleep in silence. I cuddle into the music of sound.

Maze,
Is that REALLY how it goes?

Lars,
Leave it to you…
LOL!  That is a classic!

Hugs!

-Susan

twinkle, twinkle, little star…
how i wonder what you are…
up above the clouds so high…
like a diamond in the sky…
twinkle, twinkle, little star…
how i wonder what you are…

lol…

I think the spider just wanted to hang out. =)

There once was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good
She was very, very good.
But when she was bad,
She was horrid. 

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

noooo nooooo nooooooo

the last line goes “when she was bad she ROCKED!!!!!!!

excuse me…..lolololol

lol nothing to excuse from my perspective Jaguar!  lol  good one!

I would like all of you to know that I have been enjoying re-visiting nursery rhymes.  Many of today's children don't even know what they are.  This blog had me singing Polly Put The Kettle On… ALL NIGHT LONG (and this morning, too).  Thanks Peace Seeker… when I taught Kindergarten, my class used to love to sing that song.

Kathy… this was a good idea!

Hugs!

-Susan

Everyone had jump right in there… on this little topic… do I have rhyme, I think not. But I thank you all for the reminders… for some reason, these little rhymes did not do anything for me as a child. oppss must have been deprived, no I was not. They where not some thing that I was drawn..Now how was that for taking something light and silly and making more out of it then meant to be… 
London Bridges falling down, falling down… etc…

i used to think this was wonderful (except the last line lol) until I read 1984… since then it's always felt completely sinister

(whew! some of these rhymes are very dark indeed, like ring o' roses… bubonic plague!)

”Oranges and lemons”, say the bells of St. Clement's
”You owe me three farthings”, say the bells of St. Martin's
”When will you pay me?” say the bells of Old Bailey
”When I grow rich”, say the bells of Shoreditch”
When will that be?” say the bells of Stepney”
I do not know”, says the great bell of Bow
Here comes a candle to light you to bed
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!

We Willie winky
Running through the town
Upstairs, downstairs
In his night gown
Tapping on the windows
Crying through the locks
Are all children in their beds
Now it's eight o'clock

 : - )

Here's a fun one.  You can sing along too and be sillier, just click on the title:

Five little speckled frogs

Five Green and speckled frogs,
Sitting on a hollow log,
Eating some most delicious bugs,
Yum, Yum.
One frog jumped in the pool,
Where it was nice and cool,
Now there are only four speckled frogs,
Glub, glub.

Four Green and speckled frogs,
Sitting on a hollow log,
Eating some most delicious bugs,
Yum, Yum.
One frog jumped in the pool,
Where it was nice and cool,
Now there are only three speckled frogs,
Glub, glub.

Three Green and speckled frogs,
Sitting on a hollow log,
Eating some most delicious bugs,
Yum, Yum.
One frog jumped in the pool,
Where it was nice and cool,
Now there are only two speckled frogs,
Glub, glub.

Two Green and speckled frogs,
Sitting on a hollow log,
Eating some most delicious bugs,
Yum, Yum.
One frog jumped in the pool,
Where it was nice and cool,
Now there is only one speckled frog,
Glub, glub.

One Green and speckled frog,
Sitting on a hollow log,
Eating some most delicious bugs,
Yum, Yum.
One frog jumped in the pool,
Where it was nice and cool,
Now there are no speckled frogs,
Glub, glub.

yes, I know… nursery rhymes can be very dark… think of Grimm's tales and other stories… in previous ages there were no worries about pc or sheltering children from the harsh realities of life… but let's go back to lovely and light…

the funny thing is that the tune for this sounds so sad…

Hush bye-bye, don't you cry

Go to sleepy little baby

When you wake you shall have all the pretty little horses(x2)



Blacks and bays, dapples and grays

All the pretty little horses

Blacks and bays, dapples and grays

Coach and six little horses

Hush bye-bye don't you cry

Go to sleepy little baby

When you wake, you'll have sweet cake

And all the pretty little horses

This is a lullaby but it's pretty funny (for those of you who speak French) - don't mind my spelling:

Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot
Prete-moi ta plume pour ecrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte, pour l'amour de Dieu

Au clair de la lune, Pierrot repondit
Je n'ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit
Vas chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine, on bat le briquet

Au clair de la lune, l'aimable lubin
Frappe chez la brune, elle repond soudain
Qui frappe de la sorte, il dit a son tour
Ouvrez votre porte pour le Dieu d'Amour.

Kathy,

Thanks for the “light” moments today.  You certainly have a knack for bringing in the comments.  What a wise old bird you are.  No insult intended.  Ha !  We both know what we are, do we not?

Not light, not silly, not Mother Goose … this came to me as I snuggled my 4 yr old this morning.  You can read my blog (http://yhd52754.gaia.com/blog/2008/9/a_perfect_storm)
- if you wonder why -
 

                    What if I couldn't get up out of bed?

                    And my children would come to me thinking I'm dead?

                    Oh, that is too sad, to even contemplate -

                    So, let us get up, the hour is late.

                    Let us have sweets and warm, soothing drink,

                    And let us remember in all that we think,

                    How fortunate we are and never debate.

                    The kindness that allows us to love and relate.

Thanks for a cup o' tea in the morning, Peace Seeker.

Rederick, ow, thanks for reminding me to watch my head !

Nicole, I thought yours would be sweet like you but then, dillying whilst others work is not so sweet afterall, huh?  And Winken Blinken & Nod is an old favorite of mine.  So soothing.  All the Pretty Little Horses was a favorite lullabye that I would sing to my sons - it's actually very sad, it is about a mother who has to abandon her baby in a field while promising him a better life, hoping someone rich will find him (Peter Paul & Mary did the version we have on an old LP but I see that Joan Baez did this too)

Here's the verse you didn't include -
                    Way down yonder, in the meadow,
                    Poor little baby cryin, mama;
                    Birds and the butterflies flutter round his eyes,
                    Poor little baby cryin' mama.

Susan, when I was a school girl, there was a marvelous Mulberry tree, whose fruit was abundant and who we ate from freely.  We never thought of it as stealing from another.  Same goes for the Pomgranate bush over the back fence.  Yum.  These days it's Autumn Olives and Pawpaws - which are in season - and to which have have full right to, unless you ask the birds, squirrels or raccoons, of course.

Oh, Morning Star, I shall have to sing that to my chocolate loving, rainbow loving little guy today.

Janie, I was not surprised nor disappointed by what you offered.

Janet, yes, ring around the rosies is very sad if you know the story.  Yes, it has to do with the plague.

Julie, Mae West appropriated that for her own self - and when she was bad, she was very very good.  Oh, maybe that wasn't exactly how she said it - but she was a favorite of mine in high school, so bawdy and sexy.

Oh, Mila, I so love frogs.  Thanks for reminding me of that frog song.  I actually remember hearing this on one of my kid's Noodlebug videos.  The Gustav rains come gently here in Missouri and the frogs were out in abundance last night.  

Jenny, I'll have to try and run that lullabye through a translation program as well as chasing the other links when I have the time - yeah, wonder when that will be?

Though my own is not so light, it is from my heart at this time.  I was reading through an old little book “the pure Mother Goose songs” and then this came to me. 

Thanks to all, whether mentioned or not, for lightening my heart a bit with your rhymes and thoughts.

Deborah

Here comes about one of the very few English ones that I know (well, now I am learning loads more - thanks for the great blog, Centria!):

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.

bravo….can't say I know any in German….I  can sing a couple of songs in French….way off key…..(-( lololol

Jaguar Goddess, singing off-key is my speciality, too! We could sing together - “Au clair de la lune” maybe… for a start - you with an American accent (I'm sorry, I'm just assuming you're American, I haven't even checked out your profile before answering to your comment, I'm sorry), me with a German accent and in perfect off-key fashion, how about that? *lol*

Here comes another English nursery rhyme that I know - the “toe” one. :))

One little piggy went to the market
One little piggy stayed home
One little piggy had roast beef
One little piggy had none
And that little piggy went weeee all the way home.

Kathy,

You are gold in my life.  Your blogs just bring out the appreciation in me for your wonderful friends tickle my fancies.  Would you believe I only go on and on here in your blog?, not even in my own does this happen - though thankfully mine is never such a challenge to wade through.

The words of that poem rose up out of my heart, and came into my head as I snuggled my young son this morning, realizing how fortunate I was that I could, what might otherwise be but isn't.

While accepting that death is natural, I am sobered into appreciating all the more, the present with my family.

Deb

a fav of this aussie jaguar

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree.
Merry, merry king of the bush is he.

Laugh, Kookaburra,
Laugh, Kookaburra,
Gay your life must be.

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree,
Eating all the gumdrops he can see.

Stop, Kookaburra,
Stop, Kookaburra,
Leave some there for me.

G'day mate, sure am a dinki di, true blue wahini from DownUnder, then Hawaii nei, and now the mainland USA.

Once a jolly swagman
Camped by a billabong,
Under the shade
Of a coolibah tree,
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'til his billy boiled
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'til his billy boiled,
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Down came a jumbuck
To drink at the billabong,
Up jumped the swagman
And grabbed him with glee,
And he sang as he stowed
That jumbuck in his tucker bag,
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'til his billy boiled,
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Down rode the squatter,
Mounted on his thoroughbred,
Up came the troopers,
One, two, three,
“Where's that jolly jumbuck
You've got in your tucker bag?
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'til his billy boiled,
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Up jumped the swagman,
Sprang into the billabong,
“You'll never catch me
Alive,” said he,
And his ghost may be heard
As you pass by the billabong,
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.

Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda
You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me
And he sang as he watched
And waited 'til his billy boiled,
“You'll come a-waltzing,
Matilda, with me.”

Jaguar, Kookaburra has always been one of my favorites.  I adapted it into a song about family this week at work with my little 3 yr olds.  Same tune –

Your mommy loves to sit with you -
(her sweet baby til you grew and grew)
Laugh Xavier, laugh Xavier
Your family so loves you.


And somewhere above - going back, I can't figure out where! - I was reminded of this one:

Black socks, they never get dirty
the longer I wear them, the blacker they get.
Someday I'll probably launder them,
something keeps telling me
don't do it yet… not yet… not yet.

Sweet idea, Centria!