Mother Goose

Mother Goose

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The figure of Mother Goose is the imaginary author of a collection of French fairy tales and later of English nursery rhymes. As a character, she appeared in a song, the first stanza of which often functions now as a nursery rhyme. This, however, was dependent on a Christmas pantomime, a successor to which is still performed in the United Kingdom.
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Yankee Doodle went to town,
A-riding on a pony;
Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni.
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The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens."
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This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home,
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none.
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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread;
And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
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There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
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Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
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Ring around the rosy,
Pocket full of posy,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!
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Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
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Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
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Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
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Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
Bake me a cake, as fast as you can;
Pat it, prick it, and mark it with B,
Put it in the oven for baby and me.
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
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Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
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Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,
The cow's in the corn.
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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.
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