Rhymes: Father Goose Visit - Rhymes
Children call me Father Goose
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
Lucy Locket lost her pocket
What are little boys made of? What are little girls made of?
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
Ding, dong, bell, the kitty's in the well
One, two, three, four, five
Monday's child is fair of face
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Eensy Weensy Spider climbed up the water spout
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Little Polly Flinders sat among the cinders
London Bridge is falling down
One misty, moisty morning
Hot cross buns, hot cross buns
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John
Hush, little baby, don't say a word
Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
End of Father Goose Visit
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