Humpty Dumpty's Fractured Mother Goose Rhymes

Wait For Winter

Happy floats the little lark

Gently flows the brook
A blessing falls on all the earth
 And yet—you’re reading a book!

 

Young Grimes

Young Grimes was alive.

He kicked  up his heels.
He kicked up his heels,
And fell on his head
Young Grimes was alive,
But he wished he was dead.

 

At Huntington Cross

At Huntington, Huntington, Huntington Cross

Where all the people, the people are lost
The high and the low, the left and the right
They wander all day; it’s a terrible sight
At Huntington, Huntington Cross.

 

The Pumpkin Eater’s Wife

Peter, Peter Pumpkin eater

Thought a pumpkin shell would keep her.
He would close the door and lock it
And hold the key in his own pocket.
And every night to sleep he’d go
And never dream of the window.