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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