"I PITY the boy or the girl who must grow up without having made intimate acquaintance with 'Mother Goose' and the wonderful stories of Jack the Giant Killer,' and 'Bluebeard,' and 'Cinderella,' and those other strange tales as old as the race itself, and yet new to every succeeding generation. They are all a part of the inheritance of the English-speaking people, and belong, as a kind of birthright, to every intelligent child."- Robert Collyer. This little pig went to market; One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve? 13 Three little children a-sliding went Upon a summer's day; The ice proved thin, they all fell in; The rest they ran away. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES Solomon Grundy, Born on Monday, This is the end of Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; Solomon Grun And if the bowl had been stronger, Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum A dillar, a dollar, A ten o'clock scholar, What makes you come so soon? |