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قراءة كتاب Mother Goose The Original Volland Edition
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اللغة: English
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Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair. |
Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man; So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it and prick it and mark it with T, And then it will serve for Tommy and me. |
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. What! Is this the way you mind your sheep, Under the haycock fast asleep? |
There was an old woman tossed in a blanket Seventeen times as high as the moon; But where she was going no mortal could tell, For under her arm she carried a broom. "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I, "Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high?" To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I'll be with you by and by." |
Cold and raw the north winds blow Bleak in the morning early, All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly. |
The man in the moon came down too soon To inquire the way to Norridge; The man in the south, he burnt his mouth With eating cold plum porridge. |
Four-and-twenty tailors Went to kill a snail; The best man among them Durst not touch her tail; She put out her horns Like a little Kyloe cow. Run, tailors, run, or She'll kill you all just now. |
Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; There was not a penny in it, But a ribbon round it. |
Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper. What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How will he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he marry Without e'er a wife? |
"To bed, to bed," says Sleepy-Head; "Let's stay awhile," says Slow; "Put on the pot," says Greedy-Sot, "We'll sup before we go." |
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his breeches on, One stocking off, and one stocking on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John. |
High diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft, And the dish ran away with the spoon. |
The two gray kits, And the gray kits' mother, All went over The bridge together. The |