By none of us are made;

  We never leave the blinds unclosed,

  To let the curtains fade.

  The ink we never spill; the boots

  That lying round you see

  Are not our boots,—they all belong

  To Mr. Nobody.

  About this book

  The poetry selected for inclusion in Rollicking Rhyme are classic works by authors of days gone by, chosen for their appeal to children of all ages.

  All of the poems and images included in this book are sourced from the Public Domain, for which the copyright has expired because 70 (or more) years have passed since the creator’s death.

  With the exception of the front cover, all images and photographs used in this eBook were sourced from Wikimedia Commons. The front cover was designed by Amanda Kennedy (www.glamumous.co.uk) specifically for the purpose of this eBook.

  Rollicking Rhyme is published under the CC0 (Creative Commons Zero) license. This means that you are free to copy, modify, distribute and perform the work without asking permission.

  About the Editor

  Amanda Kennedy is a mum of three, a professional blogger and designer who lives in the UK. She holds an Honors degree in English Language and Literature and is a lifelong lover of poetry.

  Amanda has written several eBooks on various subjects and writes about parenting at www.glamumous.co.uk.

  Index of first lines

  A boat beneath a sunny sky,

  A Light exists in Spring

  An emerald is as green as grass,

  As he trudged along to school

  A trick that everyone abhors

  A was once an apple pie

  Boats sail on the rivers

  From breakfast on through all the day

  Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?

  How doth the little crocodile

  How good to lie a little while

  I call you bad, my little child

  IF the butterfly courted the bee

  If you can keep your head when all about you

  I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me

  I know a funny little man,

  I know very well what I’d rather be

  In winter I get up at night

  I shot an arrow into the air

  Ladybird, ladybird fly away home

  Let me see if Philip can

  Old Mother Hubbard

  ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and...

  O SAY what is that thing call’d Light

  Pussy can sit by the fire and sing

  Remember, remember, the 5th of November

  Sweet dreams form a shade

  Tell me, tell me, smiling child

  The fisherman goes out at dawn

  The mountain and the squirrel

  There was a Boy whose name was Jim

  There was a little girl

  There was a naughty boy

  The Vulture eats between his meals

  The world has held great Heroes

  Thirty days has September

  Through the house what busy joy

  'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house

  Twinkle, twinkle, little star

  Tyger Tyger, burning bright

  Whatever brawls disturb the street

  What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow

  What is pink? a rose is pink

  When I was down beside the sea

  When I was sick and lay a-bed

  Where did you come from, baby dear?

  Who sat and watched my infant head

  Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to...

  "You are old, Father William," the young man said...

 
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