Baby Nursery Rhymes

You Are My Sunshine You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy When skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, How much I love you, Please don’t take my sunshine away. The other night, dear, As I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, And I hung my head and cried. (chorus) I’ll always love you And make you happy, If you will only say the same, But if you leave me To love another, You’ll regret it all some day. (chorus) You told me once, dear, You really loved me, And no one else could come between, But now you’ve left me And love another, You have shattered all my dreams. (chorus) Louisiana, my Louisiana, the place where I was born. White fields of cotton, Green fields clover, the best fishing and long tall corn. (chorus) Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya, the biggest shrimp and sugar cane, the finest oysters, and sweet strawberries from Toledo Bend to N...

Where is Thumbkin Where is Thumbkin? Where is Thumbkin? Here I am! Here I am! How are you today, Sir? Very well. I thank you! Run and hide! Run and hide! Origin Not much is known about the origins of “Where is Thumbkin,” a children’s song sung to the tune of “Frère Jacques” and mimics its structure. Many alternate verses of the rhyme exist.

Wheels on the Bus The wheels on the bus go round and round, Round and round, Round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round, All through the town. The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish; Swish, swish, swish; Swish, swish, swish. The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish, All through the town. The windows on the bus go up and down; Up and down; Up and down. The windows on the bus go up and down, All through the town. The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep; Beep, beep, beep; Beep, beep, beep. The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep, All through the town. The people on the bus go bump, bump, bump; Bump, bump, bump; Bump, bump, bump. The people on the bus go bump, bump, bump, All through the town. The driver on the bus says “Move on back, Move on back, move on back.” The driver on the bus says, “Move on back,” All through the town. The doors on the bus go, Open and shut; Open and shut; Open and shut...

What Child is This? What child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary’s lap, is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing: Haste, haste to bring him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary! So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come peasant king to own Him. The King of kings, salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. Raise, raise the song on high, The Virgin sings her lullaby: Joy, joy, for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary! Greensleeves lyrics: Alas, my love, you do me wrong to cast me off discourtiously, For I have loved you so long, delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleves was my delight; Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but my lady, Greensleeves? I bought thee petticoats of the best, the weave as fine as might ever be; I bought thee jewels for thy chest, and yet thou wouldst not l...

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Poem lyrics: Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark. He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveler in the dark, Through I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond ...

Three Blind Mice Three blind mice, Three blind mice, See how they run, See how they run. They all ran after the farmer’s wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three blind mice.