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Expand your students' cultural literacy by introducing them to these verses...
A was an apple-pie,
B bit it,
C cut it,
D dealt it,
E eat it,
F fought for it,
G got it,
H had it,
I inspected it,
J jumped for it,
K kept it,
L longed or it,
M mourned for it,
N nodded at it,
O opened it,
P peeped in it,
Q quartered it,
R ran for it,
S stole it,
T took it,
U upset it,
V viewed it,
W wanted it,
X, Y, Z, and ampersand
All wished for a piece in hand.
An apple a day
Sends the doctor away.
Apple in the morning,
Doctor's warning.
Roast apple at night,
Starves the doctor outright.
Eat an apple going to bed,
Knock the doctor on the head.
Three each day, seven days a week,
Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek.
Betty Botter bought some butter,
But, she said, the butter's bitter;
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter,
But a bit of better butter
Will make my batter better.
So she bought a bit of butter
Better than her bitter butter,
And she put it in her batter
And the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter.
Come, butter, come,
Come, butter, come;
Peter stands at the gate
Waiting for a butter cake.
Come, butter, come.
Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!
If your daughters do not like them
Give them to your sons;
But if you haven't any of these pretty little elves
You cannot do better than eat them yourselves.
If all the world was apple-pie
And all the sea was ink;
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What could we do for drink?
Jack Sprat
Could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so, betwixt them both,
They licked the platter clean.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a Corner,
Eating of Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said what a good boy was I.
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter;
How will he cut it,
Without e're a knife?
And how will he be married,
Without e're a wife?
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare
And so the poor dog had none.
Patty cake, patty cake,
Baker's man;
Bake me a cake
As fast as I can.
Prick it and prick it,
And mark it with a B,
And put it in the oven
For Baby and me.
Pease Porridge hot,
Pease Porridge cold,
Pease Porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, wilt thou be mine,
Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor feed the swine:
But sit on a cushion and sew a silk seam,
And eat fine strawberries, sugar and cream.
Robin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben,
He ate more meat than fourscore men;
He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half,
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest and all the people!
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any.
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
There was an old woman,
And she sold puddings and pies.
She went to the mill
And the dust flew into her eyes.
Hot pies, and cold pies to sell,
Wherever she goes,
You may follow her by the smell.
There was an Old Woman
Lived under a hill,
And if she isn't gone,
She lives there still.
Baked apples she sold,
And cranberry pies,
And she's the old woman
That never told lies.
This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed home,
This little pig had roast beef,
This little pig had none,
And this little pig cried, Wee-wee-wee
All the way home.
Three little ghostesses,
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesses,
Up to their wristesses,
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesses!
When Jack's a very good boy,
He shall have cakes and custard;
But when he does nothing but cry
He shall have nothing but mustard.
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