Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere Nurseryland
NURSERYLAND BRINGS YOU NURSERY RHYMES GALORE
There Was A Man
There was a man and he went mad,
And he jumped into a biscuit bag;
The biscuit bag it was so full,
So he jumped into a roaring bull;
The roaring bull it was so fat,
So he jumped into a gentleman’s hat;
The gentleman’s hat it was so fine,
So he jumped into a bottle of wine;
The bottle of wine it was so dear,
So he jumped into a barrel of beer;
The barrel of beer it was so thick,
So he jumped into a walking stick;
The walking stick it was so narrow,
So he jumped into a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow began to crack,
So he jumped into a haystack;
The haystack began to blaze,
So he did nothing but cough and sneeze!
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he .
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow.
“This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew,
And his giblets shall make me a little pie too.”
“Oh, no,” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew!”
So he flapped his wings, and away he flew.
There was a king met a king
In a narrow lane.
Says this king to that king;
"Where have you been?"
"Oh I've been a-hunting
With my dog my doe,"
"Pray lend him to me,
That I may do so"
"There's the dog take the dog,"
"What's the dog's name?" "I've told you already,"
"Pray tell me again."
John Cook he had a little grey mare, Hee haw, hum; Here legs were long and her back was bare, Hee haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shunter's Bank, Hee haw, hum; The mare she began to kick and to prank, Hee haw, hum!
John Cook was riding up Shunter's Hill, Hee haw, hum; His mare fell down and she made her will, Hee haw, hum!
The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf, Hee haw, hum; If you want any more, you may sing it yourself, Hee haw, hum!
Wonderful diddilydeedotsdreamland .
BILLY BOY
Poor Billy boy was music mad, On music mad was he; And yet he was as blithe a lad As any lad could be, With a "hey-de-diddle, Bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he - For Bill was as blithe a lad As any lad could be.
"Nobody knows the joys I know Or sees the sights I see; So play me high, or play me low, My-fiddle's enough for me. It takes me here, it takes me there - So play me low or high - It finds me, binds me, anywhere, And lifts me to the sky." With a "hey-de-diddle, Bow and fiddle, Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he - For Billy was as blithe a lad As any lad could be.
And for you another of Mary Mapes Dodge, wonderful little verses.
NURSERY LAND for you
Dozy Dora's Kitten.
Playing with a little kitten
Dozy Dora lost her knitting.
Before too long the cat went missing,
leaving Dora clucking, fussing.
If her hearing had been better
she might have heard it gently snoring
- curled up in a half-finished mitten.
Oh where is that knitting?
she swore and she cussed,
pulling her hair until it was mussed.
It was not until late the next morning
she looked in a drawer
for a shilling to pay a man at the door
and there was the knittingand in it the kitten,
the end of the wool all caught up in its claws!
Carefully she unravelled it,anxious not to make it skit
but intent as she was on her lip-biting task
she quite forgot the waiting milkman
and rap, rap, rap, he struck her knocker
and up jumped Puss, his two eyes round.
In a flash he was out of the drawer running as he hit the ground,
half a mile outside the pound,
Dozy Dora's unravelled mitten
trailing out behind him.
But at least, thought dora, he was safe and sound.
Putting out a bowl of milk
(after paying off the churlish merchant)
she found his little bell and rang it.
Presently the cat came back with half a moiien wrapped around it.
Oh dear, said Dozy Dora
and put down the old tin mug of coconut milk
and Baileys she was drinking with a loud clatter.
Try as she might she just couldn't remember
who she had been making the mitten for
but eventualy decided it didn't really matter...
As it was they were for herself,
to try to stop her fingers aching
and to help her take hot cake from out of the oven
(she was very good at baking).
She remembered eventually of course,
just after the main course,
her guests all now quite anxious for pudding.
Quickly she sent our the cat,
in his best frock and cap
to buy what he could for a shilling.
Imagine her stare when he flew down the stairs with a tray of cup-cakes and eclairs.
Stumble It! BERRIES by the wonderful Walter de la Mare.
There was an old woman, went blackberry picking Along the hedges from Weep to Wicking. Half a pottle, no more she got, When out steps a Fairy from her green grot; And says, "Well Jill, would 'ee pick 'ee mo? And Jill, she curtseys, and looks just so. "Be off," says the Fairy, "as quick as you can, Over the meadows to the little green lane, That dips to the hayfields of Farmer Grimes: I.ve berried those hedges a score of times; Bushel on bushel I'll promise 'ee Jill, This side of supper if 'ee pick with a will." She glints very bright, and speaks her fair; Then lo, and behold! she had faded in air.
Be sure Old Goodie she trots betimes Over the meadows to Farmer Grimes. And never was queen with jewellery rich As those same hedges from twig to ditch; Like Dutchmen's coffers fruit, thorn and flower They shone like William and Mary's Bower. And be sure Old Goodie went back to Weep, So tired with her basket she scarce could creep. When she comes in the dusk to her cottage door, There's Towser wagging as never before, To see his Missus so glad to be Come from her fruit-picking back to he.
As soon as next morning dawn was grey, The pot on the hob was simmering away; And all in a stew and a hugger-mugger Towser and Jill a-boiling of sugar And the clear dark fruit that from Faerie came, For syrup and jelly and blackberry jam. Twelve jolly gallipots Jill put by; And one little teeny one, One inch high; And that she's hidden a good thumb deep, Half-way over from Wicking to Weep.
Now
that is what you call poetry, just beautiful and so delicious you could
almost make a slab of fresh crusty bread, loads of real butter and a
huge dollop of Old Jill's Beautiful Blackberry Jam.
Walter De La Mare (1873 - 1956)
Walter de la Mare
is considered one of modern literature's chief exemplars of the romantic
imagination. His complete works form a sustained treatment of romantic themes:
dreams, death, rare states of mind and emotion, fantasy worlds of childhood, and
the pursuit of the transcendent.
Once upon a time there was a poor man who had an only son born to him. It was said the child was born under a lucky star, and those who told his fortune said that in his fourteenth year he would marry the king's daughter. It so happened that the king of that land, had heard of this rumour, and soon after the childs birth, he passed through the village in disguise, and asked whether there was any news. "Yes," said the people; "a child has just been born, who they say, is to be a lucky one; and when he is fourteen years old he is to marry the king's daughter. This did not please the king for he did not want his daughter to be married to the son of a poor peasant. So without another thought he went to find the childs parents and asked them if they would sell their son to him. At first they refused, how could anyone think they could part with their own child. But the stranger begged very hard indeed and offered them an awful lot of money, and as they had scarcly any bread for themselves they eventually decided to accept the strangers offer and so the couple put the baby into a box and gave him to the king. The king took the box and rode away till he came to a stream, there he threw the box into the water. but the box didn't sink, instead it floated down the stream. The child was indeed a lucky one, for a kind fairy chanced to happen that way and watched over the box to make sure no water reached the child.; and at last about two miles from the king's capital, the box stopped beside a mill. The miller was amazed when he heard the sound of someone crying coming from the box and he took a long pole and drew it towards the shore. He was even more surprised when he took the lid off to find a pretty little boy, now smiling at him. The miller and his good wife had no children of their own and so were pleased to have rescued the wee chappie. "I think Heaven must have sent him to us." the miller's wife said as she carried the baby into the mill house. Thirteen years passed and the baby grew into a healthy young boy filled with love and affection of his adoptive parents. Then one day there came a visitor to the mill, it was no other than the king himself, he couldn't help noticing the good looking boy that worked at the mill. "Is this your son?" he asked the miller. The miller not wanting to tell any lies told the king the truth about finding the babe in the box in the stream some thirteen years ago. "He is a very fine fellow," said the king. "Do you think you could spare him to carry a letter to the Queen for me? "As your Majesty pleases," answered the miller. Now the king had guessed straight away that this was the child whom he had tried to drown; and he sent a letter by him to the queen, saying: "As soon as the bearer of this letter arrives let him be killed immediately, and buried, so that all may be over before I return."
The young man set off with the letter, but missed his way and came in the evening to a little cottage. There was no one within except an old woman, who said Why do you come here? And where are you going?" "I am going to the queen, to whom I was to have taken a letter; but I have lost my and I shall be glad if you will give me a night's lodging." "Oh dear, you are very unlucky," she said, "I'm afraid this is a 'robbers hut' and if the band should return while you are still here it may be worse for you." But it was no use the boy was so tired, he laid the letter on the table, stretched himself out upon a bench an fell asleep. There was nothing the old woman could do. The robbers did come home and asked the old woman who he was and why was he there. "I have given him shelter for charity," she said. "He has got a letter here that he is carrying to the queen, it seems he lost his way." The robbers took up the letter, broke it open and read the directions which told them to murder the boy. The leader tore it up and wrote a fresh one in it's place. The new letter contained these words. desiring the queen, to marry the bearer of the letter to her daughter as quick as possible. Meantime, they let him sleep on till morning broke, and then showed him the right way to the queen's palace. On his arrival, the queen began to make preperations for the wedding.
After a while the king returned, and he saw the prediction fulfilled, and that this child was indeed married to his daughter. He was very angry and said : "No man shall have my daughter who does not descend into the wonderful cave and bring me three golden hairs from the head of the Giant King who reigns there." "I will soon manage that," said the youthn and he took leave of his wife and set out on his journey. At the first city that he came to the guard of the gate stopped him and asked what trade he followed and what he knew. "I know everything," said he. "If that be so," replied the guard, "you are just the man we want. Be so good as to tell us why our fountain in the market - place is dry and will give no water. Find out the cause of thta and we will give you two asses laden with gold." "With all my heart," said he, "when I come back."
Then he journeyed on and came to another city, and there the guard also asked him what trade he followed and what he understood. Once more the young man told him he knew everything. "Then in that case you could do us a great service, tell us why a tree which used to bear golden pples every year now does not even produce a single leaf. "Most willingly will I do so," answered the young man, but it will have to be on my way back. And off he rode until his journey led him to the side of a great lake, over which he must pass. The ferryman who rowed him across and it wasn't long before he asked of him the same question as the others. "I know everything," said he. "Then can you tell me why I am bound for ever to ferry over this water, and I am never been able to get free of the rudder. "Yes I am sure I know the answer to this, but it will have to wait until I am on my way back home." He replied and then carried on his way to the Wonderful Cave. But the Giant King wasn't home, there was only his old grand-mother sat in an easy chair by the door. "Hello, what do you come here for ?" she said. "I would like three golden hairs from the head of the Giant King." "Gosh you are running a great risk young one, but I will see what I can do for you." She then turned the young man into an ant and told him to hide in her cloak. "I also want to know, why the city fountain is dry, and why the golden apple trees, bears no fruit, and lastly what is it that keeps the ferryman tied to his post." "Goodness ne they are three puzzling questions," frowned the old lady; "Lie quiet and when I pull the hairs from the giants head, make sure you listen to what the giant says."
Presently the night set in and the Giant King returned to the Wonderful cave. As soon as he walked in he began to sniff up the air. He slowly rolled his eyes around the room, sniffing more on the air. "Something isn't right here, I can smell the flesh of a young man's flesh." He began to search the cave, turning everything upside down. His search was in vain however and the old lady started to scold him. "I have spent all day clearing up and setting all in order, now will you look at it. The big giant, went over to his grandmother and sat down resting his head in her lap. Two minutes later he was fast asleep and snoring. As soon as the snoring started , she quickly seized one of his golden hairs and pulled it out. "Mercy!" Exclaimed the giant staring up from his sleep. "What are you about woman?" "I had a dream that disturbed me," the old lady said, " and in my trouble I seized your hair. I dreamed that the fountain in the market lace of the city had become dry and would give no water: what can be the cause?" "Hm! they would be glad if they knew," he laughed. "Under a stone in the fountain sits a toad; when they get rid of him, the waters will flow again." This said the giant closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Te old grand-mother, whom I do believe might have been a witch, pulled another hair from the giants head. The giant almost fell off the chair, "What do you thing your doing now?" he shouted at the top of his voice. "Oh! oh!, please, please don't be angry with me. I guess I must ave caught hold of your hair again in my sleep. Oh it was so strange I was dreaming that in a great kingdom somewhere, there was a tree and once long ago the tree used to bear golden apples and then one day, they just stopped growing. The whole tree does not even bear leaves any more. What can this be oh grand-son, do you know?" "Aha!, they would very much like to know what has happened to their stupid tree." He winked one eye and said quietly, which is loud for a normal person. "They don't know that all they have to do is get rid of the mouse that is gnawing away at the roots of the tree and it will soon give them there golden apples again." That was two hairs and two questions answered but it looked like the giant was going to get up. Quickly the old lady began to stroke the back of his head and almost immediately the giant was a sleep again. She waited a few moments until he was settled and snoring peacefully again, and very quickly she pulled the last hair. This time the giant jumped up and began to threaten the old lady. "I am so sorry," she said, but you see I was woken by the voice of a ferry man crying to the great lake, he was wailing because he wanted to go and see the world but he could not let go of the rudder. Oh sir," she cried "what is the poor man to do." The giant frowned, "He is such a silly fellow," said the giant. All he has to do is give the rudder into the hand of another passenger and he would find immediate freedom." The old lady smiled and the rest of the night passed over without any disturbance. Morning came and the Giant King arose and went out: the old lady turned the young Prince back into his proper form and giving him the three hairs safely boxed, she reminded him of the three answers before she set him on his way back to his Princess.
First he came to the ferryman and when the ferry man deposited him safely on the bank he told him what he must do, he would then be free to go anywhere he wanted. Leaving a very happy ferryman waiting for his next passenger, the young lad came upon the place which held the barren tree. "Get rid of the mouse who is gnawing the roots and it will grow again," He then left the city with wonderful rich presents from the people. He journeyed on until he arrived in the city where the fountain stood as silent and dry as it was on his way to the Wonderful Cave. Within moments of the men lifting the stone and finding the toad. Water began to flow from the water spouts. The city people danced and sang to the sound of the water. They thanked to Prince and immediately set about ladening two asses with gold as they had promised. And now at last his journey's end was near and the lucky young man reached home, and his wife rejoiced greatly to see him and the treasures he had brought back. He gave the three golden hairs to the king, who could no longer have any objection to the young couple being together. And the outcome of this story, why the Princess and her husband, (lucky boy) lived happily ever after and in the course of time they became King and Queen together.
The old king, what about him. Well I'm afraid to say he came to rather a sad end. He was so angry with the way things had turned out, that he took his horse from the stable and rode on and on, that was until he found himself at the edge of a great lake. "Hello stranger," said the ferryman, would you like me to ferry you across to the island of plenty?" The king smiled and carefully jumped on board the ferryboat. "Shall I get your horse Sir," said the ferryman. "Yes please and be quick about it." grumbled the King.
"Would you hold onto the rudder for me, whilst I get it." the Ferry man suggested passing the rudder over towards the king. The king gripped the rudder. The Ferryman mounted the horse, and quickly rode away from the lake.
And if you ever come to the edge of a great lake, and there is a ferryman toting a boat back and forth what ever you do "Don't take hold of the rudder" for it could be the king, still going back and forward to this day.
NURSERYLAND
Little Drops of Water
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of Eternity.
Thus our little errors Lead the sould away, From the path of virtue Far in sin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love, Make our Earth of Eden Like the heaven above.
Little seeds of mercy Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands
Written by .... Ebenezer Cobham Brewer
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Itsy Bitsy Spider 18 RHYMES FOR YOU TO SING
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NURSEYLAND
There was a man, and he went mad, And he jumped into a biscuit bag; The biscuit bag it was so full, So he jumped into a roaring bull; The roaring bull it was so fat, So he jumped into a gentlemen's hat; The gentlemen's hat it was so fine, So he jumped into a bottle of wine; The bottle of wine it was so dear, So he jumped into a barrel of beer; The barrel of beer it was so thick, So he jumped into a walking stick; The walking stick it was so narrow, So he jumped into an old wheel barrow; The old wheel barrow began to crack; So he jumped into an old haystack; The old haystack began to blaze, But he did nothing but cough and sneeze.
NURSEYLAND
Doodle, doodle, doo, The princess has lost her shoe; Her highness hopped,
The fiddler stopped,
Not knowing what to do. Doodle, doodle, doo,
The princess has found her shoe;
Her highness jiggled,
The fiddler fiddled,
Doodle, doodle, doo.
A Farmer's dog leaped over the stile, His name was little Bingo; There was a B with an I, I with an N, N with a G, G with an O, There was B. I. N. G. O. And his name was little Bingo.
Shall I sing? says the Lark, Shall I bloom? says the Flower; Shall I come? says the Sun, Or shall I? says the Shower.
Lavender blue and Rosemary green, When I am king you shall be queen. Call up my maids at four of the clock, Some to the wheel and some to the rock, Some to make hay and some to thresh corn, And you and I will keep the bed warm.
What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? Snaps and snails and puppy-dogs' tails; And that's what little boys are made of, made of. What are little girls made of, made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all things nice; And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
THE LOVABLE CHILD
Frisky as a lambkin, Busy as a bee: That's the kind of little girl
People like to see.
Modest as a violet, As a rosebud sweet:
That's the kind of little girl
People like to meet.
Bright as a diamond,
Pure as any pearl:
Everyone rejoices in
Such a little girl.
Happy as a robin Gentle as a dove:
That's the kind of little girl
Everyone will love.
Fly away and seek her,
Little song of mine,
For I choose that very little girl
To be my Valentine.
written by Emily Poulsson
THE OWL AND THE EEL
The owl and the eel and the warming pan, They went to call on the soap fat man. The soap fat man he was not within: He's gone for a ride on his rolling pin. So they all came back by the way of the town, And turned the meeting house upside down.
Written by Laura E Richards
CITY MOUSE AND GARDEN MOUSE
The city mouse lives in a house, The garden mouse lives in a bower; He's friendly with the frogs and toads, And see's the pretty plants in flour.
The city mouse eats bread and cheese, The garden mouse eats what he can; We will not grudge hime seeds and stocks, Poor little timid, furry man.
Written by Christina Georgina Rossetti
The Wasp and the Bee
A wasp met a bee that was buzzing by, And he said: "Little cousin can you tell me why You are loved so much better by people than I?
"My back shines as bright and yellow as gold, And my shape is most elegant, too, to behold; Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told."
"Ah, cousin" the bee said, "tis all very true; But if I had half as much mischief to do, Indeed they would love me no beter than you.
"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing; They own you are handsome; but then there's one thing They cannot put up with, and that is your sting.
My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see, Yet nobody ever is angry with me, Because I'm a humble and innocent bee."
From this story let people beware, because like the wasp, if ill-natured they are They will never be loved if they're ever so fair.
The gentleman’s hat it was so fine,
The walking stick it was so narrow,
Stumble It!
Little drops of water,
Little seeds of mercy
Itsy Bitsy Spider
Happy as a robin
The garden mouse eats what he can;
"My back shines as bright and yellow as gold,
My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,