Category Archives: Rhymes


There was once a girl who had tiger slippers

And a ceiling with stars on it

And a butterfly hairslide

Which she kept losing

And two goldfish

And a nice mother who helped

Her to make some paper dolls

They were Ticky and Tacky

And Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses

And Jo with the bow

And they danced and they jumped and they sang

And they met a dinosaur

Who clawed and roared

And said “I’m going to get you !”

But the paper dolls sang

“You can’t get us. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won’t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow”

And they jumped

Onto a bus

And rode to a farmyard and danced with the pigs

Then they lay on a rooftop and stared at the stars

Till a tiger slunk out of his den

And he crouched and he snarled

And said “I’ll leap up and catch you !”

But the paper dolls sang

“You can’t catch us,  O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won’t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses  and Jo with the bow !”

And they floated down the stairs

And they danced around the honey pot

And kicked crumbs and explored an island

Till a fierce crocodile grinned his grin

And gnashed his teeth

And said “I’m coming to crunch you !”

But the paper dolls laughed and sang

“You can’t crunch us. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won”t let gp

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow”

And they hopped into the garden

And they sniffed the flowers and chatted to a ladybird

And lay down in a forest of grass

But along came a boy with a pair of scissors

And he said “I’ll snip you !”

And he did

He snipped them into tiny little pieces

And he said “You’re gone for ever”

But the paper dolls sang

“We’re not gone. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won”t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow !”

And the pieces joined together and the paper dolls flew

Into the little girl’s memory

Where they found white mice and fireworks

And a starfish soap

and a kind granny

And the butterfly hairslide

And more and more lovely things each day

And each year

And the girl grew into a mother

Who helped her own little girl make some paper dolls

They were Poppy and Pinkie and Binky and Blinkie

And Fred with one eyebrow

And Flo with the bow

And they jumped and they danced and they sang

(Written by Julia Donaldson and Illustrated by Rebecca Cobb)



Freddie found a fairy tangled in a tree

“Help I’m stuck !” the fairy cried

So Freddie set her free

“Thank you” said the fairy

“My name is Bessie-Belle

I’ll grant you all your wishes

Though I can’t hear very well”

Freddie thought then mumbled

“I wish I had a pet”

“Why so you shall” said Bessie-Belle

And conjured up a net

“I don’t want fish” said Freddie

“I’d rather have a dog”

“Hey presto !” said the fairy

And conjured up a frog

“Let”s try again” said Freddie

“I wish I had a cat”

“That’s easy” said the fairy and conjured up a bat

“I don’t like bats” said Freddie

“But what about a mouse ?”

“Lift up that stone !” the fairy said

And Freddie found a louse

“That isn’t right” said Freddie

“Let’s think. Perhaps a parrot ?”

“I’ll do my best” said Bessie -Belle

And conjured up a carrot

Freddie stamped his foot and said

“This carrot has no beak”

“Forgive me” said the fairy

And a tear rolled down her cheek

Just then from out of nowhere

Appeared the Fairy Queen

She dried the fairy’s eyes and asked

“Whatever does this mean ?”

“It’s Bessie-Belle” said Freddie

“She gets things wrong” he grumbled

“I’m sorry” said the fairy

“But that’s because you mumbled”

“Now Freddie” said the Fairy Queen

(She sounded kind but stern)

“Before you wish again, there are

Three rules for you to learn

Rule one : you mustn’t mumble

Rule two: don’t turn away

The fairy needs to read your lips

To read the words you say

Rule three: don’t cover up your mouth

She can’t see through your hand !

Obey these three gold rules and then

I’m sure she’ll understand”

So Freddie learnt the three gold rules

And now he speaks quite clearly

And everything he wishes for comes true

Or very nearly

(Written by Julia Donaldson and Illustrated by Karen George)



It’s quiet in the morning

When there’s no one else around

Annie lies in bed and listens

There’s not a single sound

It’s cold out on the landing

As she’s peeping round the doors

Her Mama’s smiling back at her

Her Papa only snores

Annie climbs up Mama’s tummy

And she wiggles down the bed

They’re a cosy snuggle sandwich

She’s the jam and they’re the bread !

Then she and Mama tiptoe

To the kitchen down the stair

Mama lights the gas and warms the milk

For her and Edward Bear

Mama shouts to wake the others

We hear her roar “Get up !”.

So only Annie’s watching when Teddy hits the floor

Poor old Edward  sad and alone

Annie didn’t mean to drop you

On the cold hard stone

Here comes Annie’s Papa

In his tidy suit and tie

He’s singing and he’s joking

He’s a happy morning guy !

Next there’s Annie’s sister

Rushing to get ready

She finds her bag and hat and coat

But no one finds poor Teddy

In stomps the noisy one

Her teenage brother Joe

He turns on the radio as LOUD as it’ll go !

They’re all bashing around the kitchen

Crashing up and down

And suddenly they’re gone

As Papa’s car roars off to town

At last her Mama hears her

“O have you lost your bear ?”

She lifts her from the high chair

They’re searching everywhere

He isn’t on the table and he isn’t on the floor

He isn’t in the kitchen sink

He’s not outside the door

He isn’t on the landing and he isn’t in the bed

He’s in the doggy basket snuggled up with Fred

It’s quiet in the morning now teddy’s back again

The morning rush is over

Annie’s favourite time is when

There’s only her and Mama

No more fuss and clutter !

Now they’re the snuggle sandwich

And TED’S the peanut butter !

(Written by Malachy Doyle and Illustrated by Gwen Millward)





Be glad your nose is on your face

Not pasted on some other place

For if it were where it is not

You might dislike your nose a lot

Imagine if your precious nose

Were sandwiched in between your toes

That clearly would not be a treat

For you’d be forced to smell your feet

Your nose would be a source of dread

Were it attached atop your head

It soon would drive you to despair

Forever tickled by your hair

Within your ear your nose would be

An absolute catastrophe

For when you were obliged to sneeze

Your brain would rattle from the breeze

Your nose instead through thick and thin

Remains between your eyes and chin

Not pasted on some other place

Be glad your nose is on your face

(Written by  Jack Prelutsky)


Rabbit’s feeling sleepy she curls up in a chair

Tap ! Tap ! Who’s that ?

Oh dear ! it’s builder bear

Where can rabbit have her nap ? The window seat looks nice

Bang ! Clash ! Who’s that ?

Oh ! no ! A band of mice

Rabbit’s in her deckchair a doze would be so good

Whack ! Crack ! Who’s that ?

It’s fox he’s chopping wood

“A shady tree !” says rabbit. “The kind of spot I like”

Ting-a-ling ! Who’s that ?

Its’s tortoise on his bike

Poor tired rabbit goes back home she yawns and rubs her eyes

Rat-a-tat ! Who’s that ?

“Your friends with a suprize !”

“Hush-a-bunny ! Tra-la-la ! We’ll sing you off to sleep”

Zzzzz ! Zzzzz ! What’s that ?

Shall we have a peep ?

(Written by Julia Donaldson)


If the world was crazy you know what I’d eat ?

A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat

A lemonade sandwich and then I might try

Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie

A nice notebook salad an underwear roast

An omelette of hats and some crisp cardboard toast

A thick malted milk made from  pencils and daisies

And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy

If the world was crazy you know what I’d wear ?

A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair

Some marshmallow earmuffs some licorice shoes

And I’d read a paper of peppermint news

I’d call the boys Suzie and call the girls Harry

I’d talk through my ears and I always would carry

A paper umbrella for when it grew hazy

To keep in the rain if the world was crazy

If the world were crazy you know what I’d do ?

I’d walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe

I’d fly through the ground and skip through the air

I’d run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair

When I met somebody I’d say “G’bye Jo”

And when I was leaving the I’d say “Hello”

And the greatest of men would be silly and lazy

So I would be king if the world was crazy




If you give a mouse a cookie

He’s going to ask for a glass of milk

When you give him the milk

He’ll probably ask you for a straw

When he’s finished he’ll ask for a napkin

Then he’ll want to look in the mirror

To make sure he doesn’t have a milk moustache

He might notice his hair needs a trim

So he’ll probably ask for a pair of nail scissors

When he’s finished giving himself a trim

He’ll want a broom to sweep up

He’ll start sweeping

He might get carried away and sweep every room in the house

He may even end up washing the floors as well

When he’s done he’ll probably want to take a nap

You’ll have to fix up a little box for him with a blanket and a pillow

He’ll crawl in make himself comfortable

And fluff the pillows a few times

He’ll probably ask you to read him a story

So you’ll read him one from your books

And he’ll ask to see the pictures

When he looks at the pictures he’ll get so excited

He’ll want to draw one of his own

He’ll ask for paper and crayons

He’ll draw a picture

He’ll want to sign his name with a pen

He’ll want to hang his picture on your refrigerator

Which means he’ll need sticky tape

He’ll hang up his drawing

And stand back to look at it

Looking at the refrigerator will remind him that he’s thirsty

So he’ll ask for a glass of milk

And chances are if he asks for a glass of milk

He’s going to want a cookie to go with it

(Written by Laura Joffe Numeroff)