Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere Nursery Land
WELCOME TO NURSERY LAND Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children
Diddledy, Diddledy, Dumpty
Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;
The cat ran up a plum-tree.
I'll lay you a crown
I'll fetch you down;
So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.
The Cat has ate the Pudding-String
Sing, sing what shall I sing ?
The cat has ate the pudding-string !
Do, do, what shall I do ?
The cat has bit it quite in two.
My Little Old Man
My little old man an I fell out.
I'll tell you what 'twas all about ;
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the row begun.
A little mix of English and South Korean rhymes and songs for children
WELCOME TO NURSERY LAND Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children
Six Little Ducks
Six little ducks
that I once knew; fat ones, fair ones, thin ones too. But the one little duck with the feather on his
back, He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Quack, Quack,
Quack--Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the
others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Down to the
meadow they would go, wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, Ho hum ho. And
the one little duck with the feather on his back, He led the
others with a Quack, Quack, Quack. Quack, Quack,
Quack--Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the others with a Quack, Quack,
Home from the meadow they would go, wibble, wobble,
wibble, wobble, To and fro. And the one little duck with the feather on his
back, He led the others with a Quack, Quack, Quack.
Quack - Quack, Quack, Quack. He led the others with a Quack, Quack,
Two Little Ducks Two Little Ducks swimming on the pond Along came a wizard with a magic wand. First he smacked his
lip Then his finger clicked
AND THE TWO LITTLE DUCKS ,BECAME TWO BIG CHICKS! Love it, Diddily xxx
PINGU GOES FISHING .......
A Collection of video's featuring Pingu, Peter and Friends.
Share These video's are in a variety of languages, enjoy. It is
always wise to check through all the video clips in the Menu for
sometimes the odd strange one can get through and you mightn't want
your littlest ones to see it. The same applies to all video links
really. What amuses some cultures does not always amuse others.
Share BOUNCING, JUMPING, WALKING. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, bouncing up and down. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, all around the town Bouncing high, bouncing low. Bouncing everywhere we go. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncing, bouncing up and down Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, jumping up and down. Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, never where a frown. Jumping low. Jumping high. Jumping till we reach the sky. Jumpy, jumpy, jumping, jumping up and down. Walky, walky, walking, walking up and down. Walky, walky, walking, we're off to London Town. Seen the King, Saw the Queen. She's the best we've ever seen. Walky, walky, walking. Into London Town.
Written By Molly and Diddily on Thursday August 30th 2007
What do they bring me at morn and noon, and what do they bring me at night? A bonny, blue bowl and a silver spoon, All polished so smooth and so bright. This they do bring me at morn and noon, And this they do bring me at night.
What do I see in my bonny, blue bowl To eat with my silver spoon? Crunchy rusks from a baker's roll, With milk as white as the moon, the moon. This do I find in my bonny, blue bowl, To eat with my silver spoon
Hello again, how are you all. Here is a wee rhyme about"my favourite things."
RELICS AND RATS
Relics and rats cantrips and cats giraffes with short necks and kangaroos without flaps. Teapots and toads dead skunks and stoves terrible journey on ramshackle roads. Wombats with wings see-saws with stings these are just some of my favourite things. Relics and rats imps in straw hats maidens with cherries and silken cravats. Kettles and kippers vicars and strippers chocolate ice cream and ladies with flippers. Fairies and foam griffin and gnome - fine in their place, but not in the home! Teapots and toads leprechauns in brogues cucumber coffee and squid a-la-mode. Owls baked in omelettes cats stuck in pelmets children on stilts and grannies in helmets Pigs in pink dresses girls with dark tresses lime-flavoured ladders and foreign addresses Daisies that sing button that ping these are some more of my favourite things.
A Little cock-sparrow sat on a tree, Looking as happy as happy could be, Till a boy came by, with his bow and his arrow. Says he, "I will shoot the little cock-sparrow. His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie too." Says the little cock-sparrow, "I'll be shot if I stay;" So he clapped his wings, and flew away A
Make New Friends in Nursery-land The man in the wilderness asked me How many strawberries grew in the sea ; I answered him, as I thought good, As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
Little Betty Blue lost her holiday shoe; What can little Betty do ? Give her another th match the other, And then she may walk in two.
A dog and cat went out together, To see some friends just out of town; Said the cat to the dog, "What d'ye think of the weather ?" "I think, ma'am, the rain will come down; But don't be alarmed, for I've an umbrella That will shelter us both," said this amiable fellow.
Have you ever heard of Billy Pringle's Pig ? It was very little, and not very big. When it was alive it lived in clover; But now it's dead and that's all over. Billy Pringle he lay down and died, Betsy Pringle she sat down and cried; So there's an end of all the three - Billy Pringle he, Betsy Pringle she, And poor little piggy wigee.
NURSERY-LAND for you
Make New Friends (Original Version)
Make new friends,
But keep the old.
One is silver,
The other is gold.
A circle is round,
It has no end.
That’s how long,
I'll be your friend.
A fire burns bright,
It warms the heart.
We’ve been friends,
From the very start.
You have one hand,
I have the other.
Put them together,
We have each other.
Silver is precious,
Gold is too.
I am precious,
And so are you.
You help me,
And I’ll help you
We'll see it through.
The sky is blue
The Earth is green
I can help
To keep it clean.
Across the land
Across the sea
We'll always be.
Well I bet there's a lot of you out their who think they know nearly all the Nursery Rhymes. I have found that a lot depends on what part of the world we live in. Here we have one from England that was written over hundred and thirty years ago, maybe longer. It was written by Thomas Ingoldsby,aka Richard Harris Barham, try and find out more about him, he was a wonderful writer of rhymes and poems about everything.
I remember, I remember, When I was a little Boy, One fine morning in September Uncle brought me home a toy.
I remember how he patted Both my cheeks in kindliest mood; 'Then,' said he, 'you little Fat-head, There's a top because you're good.'
Grandmama--a shrewd observer-- I remember gazed upon My new top, and said with fervour, 'Oh! how kind of Uncle John!'
While Mama, my form caressing,-- In her eye the tear-drop stood, Read me this fine moral lesson, 'See what comes of being good!'
I remember, I remember, On a wet and windy day, One cold morning in December, I stole out and went to play;
I remember Billy Hawkins Came, and with his pewter squirt Squibb'd my pantaloons and stockings, Till they were all over dirt!
To my mother for protection I ran, quaking every limb: -- She exclaimed, with fond affection, 'Gracious Goodness! look at him!'--
Pa cried, when he saw my garment, --'Twas a newly-purchased dress -- 'Oh! you nasty little Warment, How came you in such a mess?'
Then he caught me by the collar, -- Cruel only to be kind -- And to my exceeding dolour, Gave me -- several slaps behind.
Grandmama, while yet I smarted, As she saw my evil plight, Said --'twas rather stony-hearted -- 'Little rascal! sarve him right!'
I remember, I remember, From that sad and solemn day, Never more in dark December Did I venture out to play.
And the moral which they taught, I Well remember; thus they said --
'Little Boys, when they are naughty, Must be whipped and sent to bed!'
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."
If you check the punctuation, you will see the dog's name is 'Take." Your welcome... Seligor
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 .
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.