"Mother Goose"


Words in RED are the personalized words

 


"Mother Goose"

was created especially for

Rose Marie Wright

at the age of 2

With Love From,

Mommy & Daddy

April 4, 2002

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The rain fell against the house on 321 Shady Ln.. "We can't play outside; it's just too wet," sighed Rose. "It's too wet and gray for Timmy, Jack and Jane to come over." A rhyme came to mind. This gave Rose an idea for a new game.

Rain, rain go away,

come again some other day.

For Rose, Timmy, Jack and Jane,

it's just too wet to play today.

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"This is fun!" Rose said. She quickly tried another rhyme.

Hey, diddle, diddle!

Rose played the fiddle;

Timmy, jumped over the moon.

Jack laughed to see such a sport,

and Jane ran away with the spoon.

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"That was pretty good," Rose said. "Here's another one..."

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.

Bake Rose a cake and a gingerbread man.

Put it in the oven, so fluffy and light,

Then serve it to Rose, Timmy, Jack and Jane tonight.

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Rose laughed out loud when she thought of this one...

Rose saw an old woman

who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children,

she didn't know what to do.

She gave Rose some broth

and some cinnamon bread,

and kissed her and hugged her,

and put her to bed.

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Rose wondered what she could do with "Jack be nimble."

 

Rose be nimble, Rose be quick,

Rose jumped over the candlestick.

Rose jumped so high

she touched the sky...

and didn't get back

'til the Fourth of July.

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Rose remembered she had heard this

one in school one day...

 

Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep

and doesn't know where to find them.

"Leave them alone," Rose said

on the phone,

"And I'll travel close behind them."

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Jack and Jill went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

and Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and off did trot,

careful not to stray.

But there sat Jill so sad and still,

so then Rose said, "Let's play!"

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What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and everything nice.

That's what little girls are made of.

Rose giggled when she thought of this one.

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What are little boys made of?

Snakes and snails and

puppy dog tails.

That's what little boys are made of.

 

Rose really giggled when she thought of this one.

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Thirty days have September, April,

June and November.

All the rest have thirty-one,

excepting February alone;

Rose sees twenty-eight days there,

and Rose sees twenty-nine

each leap year.

 

"This is getting too easy," said Rose.  "I'll try a harder one."

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Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

eating her curds and whey.

Before a big spider could sit down

beside her, Rose stood bold

with a big stick to hold,

and frightened the spider away.

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It only took a moment for Rose to come up with a new rhyme.

 

Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses and all the king's

men couldn't put Humpty together again.

Then along came Rose with

her tape and her glue

and put back the pieces as good as new.

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Hickory, dickory dock,

the mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

the mouse ran down,

and followed Rose into town.

Hickory, dickory dock.

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Rose had trouble with the next rhyme. "Try adding your name to this one," Rose said.

Peter Piper picked a peck

of pickled peppers.

A peck of pickled peppers

Peter Piper picked.

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled

peppers, where's the peck of pickled

peppers Peter Piper picked?

Oh, well...Rose doesn't like to eat

pickled peppers anyway.

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Rose thought of this clever rhyme for "Three men in a tub."

Rub-a-dub dub,

three men in a tub.

Who do you think they could be?

The barber, the baker, the candlestick

maker, all floating in the sea.

Jack couldn't believe all the fish they retrieved,

until Rose pulled out three.

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Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how Rose wonders where you are.

Up above Rose's world so high,

like a diamond in the sky.

Your bright and shining little spark

makes Rose happy as a lark.

Glowing brightly near and far,

Twinkle, twinkle little star.