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In My Nursery – Vol 04

Primary Poems | 6-8 yrs | Reading Pod

BABY BO.

Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a feather and bring him a song,
And sing to him sweetly all the day long.

Hoppety, kickety, Grasshopper oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn,
Hop over his head and then be gone.

Howlibus, gowlibus, Doggibus oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a snarl and bring him a snap,
And bring him a posy to put in his cap.

Twinkily, winkily, Firefly oh!
Bring something home to my Baby Bo!
Bring him a moonbeam and bring him a star,
Then twinkily, winkily, fly away far.

LITTLE JOHN BOTTLEJOHN.

Little John Bottlejohn lived on the hill,
And a blithe little man was he.
And he won the heart of a pretty mermaid
Who lived in the deep blue sea.
And every evening she used to sit
And sing on the rocks by the sea,
“Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won’t you come out to me?”

Little John Bottlejohn heard her song,
And he opened his little door.
And he hopped and he skipped, and he skipped and he hopped,
Until he came down to the shore.
And there on the rocks sat the little mermaid,
And still she was singing so free,
“Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won’t you come out to me?”

Little John Bottlejohn made a bow,
And the mermaid, she made one too,
And she said, “Oh! I never saw any one half
So perfectly sweet as you!
In my lovely home ‘neath the ocean foam,
How happy we both might be!
Oh! little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Won’t you come down with me?”

Little John Bottlejohn said, “Oh yes!
I’ll willingly go with you.
And I never shall quail at the sight of your tail,
For perhaps I may grow one too.”
So he took her hand, and he left the land,
And plunged in the foaming main.
And little John Bottlejohn, pretty John Bottlejohn,
Never was seen again.

JEMIMA BROWN.

I.

Bring her here, my little Alice,
Poor Jemima Brown!
Make the little cradle ready!
Softly lay her down!
Once she lived in ease and comfort,
Slept on couch of down;
Now upon the floor she’s lying,
Poor Jemima Brown!

II.

Once she was a lovely dolly,
Rosy-cheeked and fair,
With her eyes of brightest azure
And her golden hair;
Now, alas! no hair’s remaining
On her poor old crown;
And the crown itself is broken,
Poor Jemima Brown!

III.

Once her legs were smooth and comely,
And her nose was straight;
And that arm, now hanging lonely,
Had, methinks, a mate.
And she was as finely dressed as
Any doll in town.
Now she’s old, forlorn, and ragged,
Poor Jemima Brown!

IV.

Yet be kind to her, my Alice;
‘Tis no fault of hers
If her wilful little mistress
Other dolls prefers.
Did _she_ pull her pretty hair out?
Did _she_ break her crown?
Did _she_ pull her arms and legs off,
Poor Jemima Brown?

V.

Little hands that did the mischief,
You must do your best
Now to give the poor old dolly
Comfortable rest.
So we’ll make the cradle ready,
And we’ll lay her down;
And we’ll ask Papa to mend her,
Poor Jemima Brown!

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In My Nursery – Vol 04 – Read these beautiful poems and rhymes for kids. List of the poems included in this poem eBook:

  1. Baby BO
  2. Little John Bottle John
  3. Jemima Brown
  4. Alice’s Supper
  5. Toddlekins

You can read the eBook online or download it on your PC and read later using the big red button at the top.

For other interesting poems and rhymes, go to: http://mocomi.com/fun/poems/

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