A sweet bunny is having a birth ... day,
happy, happy, happy birthday we say!
And we sing a song ... la, la, la, la, la,
you clap and smile ... la, la, la, la, la, la!
Take my hand and we will spin round and round,
your laugher is like a bell ringing sound!
Careful bunny that you don't tumble down,
I think you need a pretty princess crown!
A little bird told me that you can crawl,
and you walk a bit but you fall, fall, fall!
Want to play with your big bouncing red ball?
I love you baby 'cause your sweet and small!
Come, lets blow out the candle on your cake,
yummy, yummy, yummy chocolate cake!
Now, lets go play with your bright pink balloon,
and then ... we can watch a funny cartoon!
A sweet bunny is having a birth ... day,
happy, happy, happy birthday we say!
And we sing a song ... la, la, la, la, la,
you clap and smile ... la, la, la, la, la, la!
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March 29, 2023
Poetry/Rhyme/Happy Birthday - NR
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1535-928-29
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Children Sing To Rhyme
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 04/07/2023
First Place
Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day
Little Abbie wants an ice cream cone
School's closed, you see, and she’s stuck at home!
Watching happy ducks in the pond as they swim
And her red sand pail you've filled to the rim!
Rain, rain, you’re so vain
Never show your face again!
~*~
For: Debra's "Nursery Rhyme" Contest
Skip and Jack would cut no slack.
When someone crossed theyr'e wires.
They didn't hold back their tough attack.
They'd proceed to slash your tires.
One day when they both fell asleep.
Somebody stole their dreams.
Now when they pray for souls to keep.
They see God in their beams.
Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, please.
I can not smile daddy,
I can not smile cheese.
Smile, son, smile
Smile for a pound.
I can not smile daddy
I can not make a sound.
Smile, son, smile
Smile, son, dear.
I can not smile daddy,
I cannot smile clear.
Smile, son, smile
Smile, for a pound.
I can not smile daddy,
I can not make a sound.
For: Debra Squyres'
Nursery Rhyme
Contest.
There's a land to visit in your dreams
a place that really has, it seems,
no Brussels sprouts or cauliflower,
no cabbage, broccoli or sauer-
-kraut or parsnips or broad beans,
and where peas truly are the only greens.
Spuds they bake there have some crunch
so they go quite well with Sunday lunch.
And, to get apple pie or creamy whips
you only have to eat your chips.
So close your eyes and try to find
The Land Of Kale Much Maligned,
where Popeye, building superpowers,
shuns spinach and instead devours,
guess what, to give him strength supreme?
Yes! Lots of scones with jam and cream!
Sparkling, Sparkling, Christmas light,
I love the way you shine so bright,
Your radiance makes the room look fine,
which makes it better than the vine.
Blinking , blinking , as your leaves shine,
How sweet passion and love entwine,
Pretty display of green on tree,
Christ birth makes my heart feels so free.
CONTEST:"Nursery Rhyme" sponsored by Debra Squyres
Billy whispered to Jen,
Lets have an adventure again.
Through the maze,
Past the graze.
Their'd you find them,
In a fort made of Ma's favorite denim.
Billy and Jen, partners in crime,
Billy and Jen, Always till the end.
Can't find them?
You'd hear Ma say "Oh, not again!"
Through the maze,
Past the graze.
Their they were!
Making their own world!
Billy and Jen,
Were always,
Best friends, till the end.
Incy Wincy caterpillar, what are you doing there?
You’re not supposed to crawl up, you know it isn’t fair.
If you go to sleep up there, and then you make cocoons
What happens if you hatch out? One night on a full moon.
Incy Wincy caterpillar I really don’t want you,
Hatching in my bedroom, just cos you want too.
I’ll make a little bed for you, inside this nice matchbox
And when you hatch I’ll watch you, unfold your pearly locks.
Then I promise to let you go, you’ll find a lifelong mate
As long as you don’t lay your eggs here, I promise that’s a date…
© 22/03/2013
(Can you guess which Sheep/lamb nursery rhymes
I’ve parodied with these three piggy rhymes?)
1. Oink oink, white pig, have you any pork?
No WAY, Mister! Drop your fork!
You think you’re takin’ bacon? In a pig’s eye!
You’ll have to drag me kicking from my pig’s sty!
2. Sullivan Slime has sold his swine
To a butcher man named Kevin.
They’re gone from his home, no more to roam.
Let's hope they're in hog heaven!
3. Hilda had a big fat hog, big fat hog, big fat hog.
Hilda had a big fat hog; its snout was cute and pink.
And everywhere it went with her, went with her, went with her,
And everywhere it went with her, it made an awful stink.
To hide its smell, she used her car, used her car, used her car.
To hide its smell, she used her car to take it near and far.
And since on freeways it was hauled, it was hauled, it was hauled,
And since on freeways it was hauled, a “road hog” it was called.
For the Nursery Rhyme Contest of Debra Squyres
There was a little girl
who rode a giant squirrel.
They loved to leap and play
around the woods all day.
All through the afternoon
they'd gather nuts and soon
they'd have enough to eat
so tasty and so sweet.
His name was Macaroni.
He was faster than a pony.
They would jump across the sun;
ride a rainbow just for fun.
And when the day was over
he'd ride her through the clover
to her home around the bend
wishing their day'd never end.
for contest "Nursery Rhyme"
sponsored by Debra Squyres
A giant called George lived in a cave
He was big, but not very brave
He had an odd fear of ants
Afraid they'd crawl up his pants
So George decided to wear a skirt
That made the ants laugh till they hurt
George started laughing too
Though why he had no clue
So the ants and George became friends
And that's where this silly rhyme ends...
So when-Jack-and-Jill reached the top of the hill
Jack couldn't stand still (Tried to snatch a cheap thrill)
Kissed Jill on the mouth
(Things quickly went south)
Then Jack said to Jill...'Can looks really KILL?'
Okay, naughty boys and good girls
Let's give Mother Goose one more whirl...
Once the elderly, eccentric Miss Muffet
Informed neighbors: 'Kiss-my-keester and stuff it!'
Thus poor Charlotte the Spider
Dropped and plopped down beside her
And Miss Muffet squashed her flat with her tuffet...
3/19/2013
The title is a direct quote from the late, great Paul Harvey: Radio and Television commentator...
My perfect Granddaughter,
She did what she outta,
And asked before going to play.
But we didn't know,
The babe needed to go,
So, she did it outside that day.
Her Mom, full of laughter,
Was quick to chase after,
And told her that she shouldn't do it.
The babe said,"It's OK!"
"Whenever I play,
I'll be sure not to run through it!"
The little boy in blue, with shirt of silk
Caused Mary Tuppet to spill her milk
When the cat came in to take a drink
There was a rat stuck in the sink
So the cat ate the rat that was stuck in the sink
When it came to drink the milk that was spilt
In the house the little pigs built
Mrs Hubbard dog chased the cat that ate the rat
That was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that was spilt in the house the little pigs built
Then the big bad wolf bit the dog that chased the cat
that ate the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that Mary Tuppet spilt in the house the little pigs built
Then a big brown bear chased the big bad wolf that bit the dog that chased
the cat that ate the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that Mary Tuppet spilt in the house that the little pigs built
The once was a Pick-a-Dilly Lily,
well, she was all green, don't you see?
Though her friends ran about willy-nilly,
she sat on the ground 'neath a tree.
Dumpty-Down rolled on by shilly-shally,
never stopping to spark, or play,
even acorns would not dilly-dally,
it seems they had nothing to say.
Lily's head bowed in sadness, she whimpered,
"Am I jealous, that could not be!"
Then an ant walking by said "It's simpler!"
if you could get up, then you'd see.
Fair Lily prayed all the day long, "Oh, please."
she wanted to run, to move 'round!
She prayed to the birds, she prayed to the bees,
she prayed to the thunders loud sound.
The next morn Lily spied Roly-Poly,
a fat man who said, "come with me,"
Now, she sit in a vase holy-moley,
not under that fine acorn tree.
The moral right here is really quite clear,
green with envy, you should not be,
be happy where God plants you, my dear,
and enjoy the shade of oak tree.
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