Due April 25 (Nursery Rhyme)

Essay Assignment: Nursery Rhymes with a Twist

Choose a nursery rhyme and then let your imagination run wild! 

Who, What, When, Where, How  . . . . and, Why?

Use these questions to spark your imagination. 

Elaborate, re-create, and KWO it. 

You may even decide to tell your story from a different perspective. 

ALL DRESS-UPS

ALL OPENERS

3 DECS

you know the rest

A picture of your ROUGH DRAFT is due Friday (Saturday @ the latest).

NURSERY RHYMES for those who asked for some ideas.  :-)

The Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the waterspout.

Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.

Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain,

And the Itsy Bitsy Spider climbed up the spout again.

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet,

Eating her curds and whey; 

Along came a spider,

And sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, 

The cow's in the corn;
Where is that boy 

Who looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack fast asleep.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

Wee Willie Winky runs through the town.

Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,

Rapping at the windows, peeking through the locks,

Are the children all in bed, for it is 8:00?

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Hey diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

the cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed 

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells, 
And pretty maids all in a row.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

And down he’d run,

Hickory, dickory, dock.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,

And doesn't know where to find them;

Leave them alone, And they'll come home,

Wagging their tails behind them.

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,

Kissed the girls and made them cry;

When the boys came out to play,

Georgie Porgie ran away.

Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,

Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old;

Some like it hot, some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot, nine days old.

Star light, star bright,

The first star I see tonight;

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone;
When she came there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,

Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,

And said, “What a good boy am I!”

Dickery, dickery dare,

The pig flew up in the air.

The man in brown

Soon brought him down.

Dickery, dickery dare.

JackSprat could eat no fat.

His wife could eat no lean.

And so between them both, you see,

They licked the platter clean. 1639

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.

Bake me a cake as fast as you can;

Roll it and pat it, and mark it with a B

Put it in the oven for baby and me. 1698

Handy Dandy Jack-a-Spandy 

Loved plum cake and sugar candy;

He bought some a t a grocery shop,

And out he came, hop, hop, hop!

Ky-me-Nay-mo

Kilt-a ky-mo

Ky-me Nay-mo

Ky-me

Rim strip stram-a-diddle

Laura-bum-a-ring ting

Rig-num bulletin a-ky-mo!

Ky-me Nay-mo

One, two, buckle my shoe.

Three, four, shut the door.

Five, six, pick up sticks.

Seven, eight, lay them straight.

Nine, ten, a big fat hen.

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of poise.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

artist: Joseph Christian Leyendecker 
(March 23, 1874 – July 25, 1951) 

Molly, my sister, a

And I fell out.

And what do you think 

It was all about?

She loved coffee 

And I loved tea.

And that was the reason 

We couldn't agree.

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,

She was very good indeed.

But when she was bad

She was horrid!  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was an old man with a beard

who said, "It's just as I feared! 

"Two owls and a hen, 

Four larks and a wren, 

Have all built their nests 

in my beard!" *EDWARD LEAR - b1812 London, England--d.1888, Italy 

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

artist: Donna Lacey-Destine **

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea        

In a beautiful pea-green boat:

They took some honey, and plenty of money

Wrapped in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,

What a beautiful Pussy you are,

You are, you are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,

How charmingly sweet you sing!

Oh! let us be married;

too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the bong-tree grows;

artist: Sally Anne Lambert

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose

His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand on the edge of the sand

They danced by the light of the moon,

The moon, the moon,

They danced by the light of the moon

author: EDWARD LEAR - b1812 London, England--d.1888, Italy Edward was the twentieth child of Jeremiah Lear, a London stockbroker, and his wife Ann. Edward grew up to become a prolific writer as well as a talented artist of both landscapes and birds. He also gave drawing lessons to Queen Victoria of England. Edward Lear was particularly enchanted with nonsense poetry, and devoted a number of his books to collections of such poems. artist: Donna Lacey-Destine **(1959-)  "Painter in the American Primitive Style"  She grew up in rural Buck's County, Pennsylvania