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Nursery rhymes written for the poetry aspects are restricting a little more so than folk lore and fairy tales. I wouldn’t read into it too much. They are meant to be light and fun for children. If you wanna hear a real story read into the history of Cinderella
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I think I will. love a good story |
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Wind on the Hill
by A. A. Milne No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn't keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and a night. And then when I found it, Wherever it blew, I should know that the wind Had been going there too. So then I could tell them Where the wind goes... But where the wind comes from Nobody knows. |
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Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet
Eating her curds and whey When along came a spider And sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet away |
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Hickory dicky dock
The mouse ran up the clock The old farmer in the dell.... ......and the cheese stands alone
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"Nurse’s Song”
William Blake (1757 - 1827) “WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover’d with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.’ The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh’d And all the hills echoed. |
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