<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679</id><updated>2024-09-01T06:45:05.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RHYMES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207631163428950354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEdjxiRwxUtU7w60br0Uz2z6B9pdLpZF4nL08syAfvzmJ3HU1cEHiNZ1CkBd-OutqxZPmYflZbzn51RPu2x3mZjR_vxTHSXCSdAdBzyDPI2wuJM0EIVWSOST-OQdze04/s220/20121113_204445jhnjk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-7219321760668549495</id><published>2011-02-23T19:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:14:32.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was a Little Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;When I Was a Little Boy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;
I washed my&lt;br /&gt;
Mother&#39;s Dishes.&lt;br /&gt;
I put my finger in my&lt;br /&gt;
Ear, and pulled out&lt;br /&gt;
Little Fishes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My Mother called me &lt;br /&gt;
Good boy,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; bid me pull out more,&lt;br /&gt;
I put my Finger&lt;br /&gt;
In my Ear, &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; pulled out fourscore.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/7219321760668549495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-was-little-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7219321760668549495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7219321760668549495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-i-was-little-boy.html' title='When I Was a Little Boy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-6440191318393805071</id><published>2011-02-23T19:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:13:42.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two little dicky birds,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Two little dicky birds, &lt;br /&gt;
Sitting on a wall; &lt;br /&gt;
One named Peter, &lt;br /&gt;
The other named Paul. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fly away, Peter! &lt;br /&gt;
Fly away, Paul! &lt;br /&gt;
Come back, Peter! &lt;br /&gt;
Come back, Paul!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/6440191318393805071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-little-dicky-birds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/6440191318393805071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/6440191318393805071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/two-little-dicky-birds.html' title='Two little dicky birds,'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-4154887012104212444</id><published>2011-02-23T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:12:47.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle, twinkle little star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Twinkle, twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;
how I wonder what you are?&lt;br /&gt;
up above the world so high&lt;br /&gt;
like a diamond in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Twinkle, twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;how I wonder what you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4154887012104212444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4154887012104212444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4154887012104212444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle, twinkle little star'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-8900795107638630742</id><published>2011-02-23T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:11:55.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom He Was A Piper&#39;s Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Tom He Was A Piper&#39;s Son &lt;br /&gt;
Tom he was a piper&#39;s son &lt;br /&gt;
He learned to play when he was young &lt;br /&gt;
But all the tune that he could play &lt;br /&gt;
Was over the hills and far away &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Over the hills and a great way off &lt;br /&gt;
The wind shall blow my top-knot off &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise &lt;br /&gt;
That he pleased both the girls and boys &lt;br /&gt;
And they stopped to hear him play &lt;br /&gt;
Over the hills and far away &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tom with his pipe played with such skill &lt;br /&gt;
That those who heard him could never keep still &lt;br /&gt;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance &lt;br /&gt;
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Dolly was milking her cow one day, &lt;br /&gt;
Tom took his pipe and began for to play &lt;br /&gt;
So Doll and the cow danced &#39;The Cheshire Round&#39;, &lt;br /&gt;
Till the pail was broke and the milk ran on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs, &lt;br /&gt;
He used his pipe and she used her legs; &lt;br /&gt;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke, &lt;br /&gt;
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tom saw a cross fellow beating an ass, &lt;br /&gt;
Heavy laden with pots, pans, and glass &lt;br /&gt;
He took out his pipe and he played them a tune, &lt;br /&gt;
And the jackass&#39;s load was lightened full soon &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tom he was a piper&#39;s son &lt;br /&gt;
He learned to play when he was young &lt;br /&gt;
But all the tune that he could play &lt;br /&gt;
Was over the hills and far away &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Over the hills and a great way off &lt;br /&gt;
The wind shall blow my top-knot off&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/8900795107638630742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/tom-he-was-pipers-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8900795107638630742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8900795107638630742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/tom-he-was-pipers-son.html' title='Tom He Was A Piper&#39;s Son'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-8039472289946802039</id><published>2011-02-23T19:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:09:22.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Three Little Monkeys &lt;br /&gt;
Three little monkeys jumping on the bed &lt;br /&gt;
One fell down and bumped his head &lt;br /&gt;
Mummy called the doctor, the doctor said &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We&#39;ll have no more monkeys jumping on the bed&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two little monkeys jumping on the bed &lt;br /&gt;
One fell down and bumped his head &lt;br /&gt;
Mummy called the doctor, the doctor said &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We&#39;ll have no more monkeys jumping on the bed&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One little monkey jumping on the bed &lt;br /&gt;
He fell down and bumped his head &lt;br /&gt;
Mummy called the doctor, the doctor said &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;We&#39;ll have no more monkeys jumping on the bed&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/8039472289946802039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-little-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8039472289946802039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8039472289946802039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-little-monkeys.html' title='Three Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-2860739210030472375</id><published>2011-02-23T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:07:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;This Old Man &lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played one &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my drum &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played two &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my shoe &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played three &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my knee &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played four &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my door &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played five &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my hive &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played six &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my sticks &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played seven &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack up in heaven &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played eight &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my gate &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played nine &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my line &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This old man, he played ten &lt;br /&gt;
He played knick-knack on my hen &lt;br /&gt;
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone &lt;br /&gt;
This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;
0.222222222222222&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2860739210030472375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-old-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2860739210030472375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2860739210030472375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-old-man.html' title='This Old Man'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-1575431618959992960</id><published>2011-02-23T19:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-18T09:50:07.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/1575431618959992960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1575431618959992960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1575431618959992960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='+'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-1842305961451518339</id><published>2011-02-22T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:56:42.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round&lt;br /&gt;
round and round, round and round&lt;br /&gt;
the wheels on the bus go round and round&lt;br /&gt;
all through the town&lt;br /&gt;
The people on the bus go up and down&lt;br /&gt;
up and down, up and down&lt;br /&gt;
the people on the bus go up and down&lt;br /&gt;
allthrough the town&lt;br /&gt;
The wipers on the bus go swish,swish,swish&lt;br /&gt;
swish,swish,swish,swish,swish,swish&lt;br /&gt;
The wipers on the bus go swish,swish,swish&lt;br /&gt;
all through the town&lt;br /&gt;
The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep&lt;br /&gt;
beep, beep, beep,beep, beep, beep&lt;br /&gt;
The horn on the bus goes beep, beep, beep&lt;br /&gt;
all through the town&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/1842305961451518339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/wheels-on-bus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1842305961451518339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1842305961451518339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/wheels-on-bus.html' title='The wheels on the bus'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-4904319573372185515</id><published>2011-02-22T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:54:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The House That Jack Built</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The House That Jack Built &lt;br /&gt;
This is the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the maiden all forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is the man all tattered and torn, &lt;br /&gt;
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the priest all shaven and shorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That married the man all tattered and torn, &lt;br /&gt;
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the cock that crowed in the morn, &lt;br /&gt;
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That married the man all tattered and torn, &lt;br /&gt;
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And this is the farmer sowing his corn, &lt;br /&gt;
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, &lt;br /&gt;
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That married the man all tattered and torn, &lt;br /&gt;
That kissed the maiden all forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, &lt;br /&gt;
That tossed the dog, &lt;br /&gt;
That worried the cat, &lt;br /&gt;
That killed the rat, &lt;br /&gt;
That ate the malt &lt;br /&gt;
That lay in the house that Jack built.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4904319573372185515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-that-jack-built.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4904319573372185515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4904319573372185515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-that-jack-built.html' title='The House That Jack Built'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-2205892615458028585</id><published>2011-02-22T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:50:27.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;The Fox &lt;br /&gt;
The Fox went out on a chilly night, &lt;br /&gt;
And prayed for the moon to give him light, &lt;br /&gt;
For he&#39;d many a mile to go that night, &lt;br /&gt;
Before he reached the town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
Town-o! Town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;d many a mile to go that night, &lt;br /&gt;
Before he reached the town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He ran till he came to a great big bin, &lt;br /&gt;
The ducks and the geese were lying within, &lt;br /&gt;
Said &quot;A couple of you will grease my chin, &lt;br /&gt;
Before I leave this town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Town-o! town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;A couple of you will grease my chin, &lt;br /&gt;
Before I leave this Town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He grabbed the grey goose by the neck, &lt;br /&gt;
Slung the little one across his back, &lt;br /&gt;
He didn&#39;t mind the quack-a-quack! quack! &lt;br /&gt;
And the legs all dangling down-o! &lt;br /&gt;
Down, O!, Down O! &lt;br /&gt;
No, he didn&#39;t mind the quack-a-quack! quack! &lt;br /&gt;
And the legs all dangling down-o! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Old Mother Pitter-Patter jumped out of bed &lt;br /&gt;
Out of the window she cocked her head, &lt;br /&gt;
Crying &quot;John, John, John! the grey goose is gone, &lt;br /&gt;
The fox is on the town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
On the town-o!, the town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh, John, John, John! the grey goose is gone, &lt;br /&gt;
The fox is on the town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, John he went to the top of the hill, &lt;br /&gt;
Blew his horn both loud and shrill, &lt;br /&gt;
The fox, he said, &quot;I&#39;ll flee with my kill, &lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;ll soon be on my trail-o&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Trail-o, trail-o &lt;br /&gt;
The fox, he said, &quot;I&#39;ll flee with my kill, &lt;br /&gt;
He&#39;ll soon be on my trail-o&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He ran till he came to his cosy den, &lt;br /&gt;
And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten, &lt;br /&gt;
They said, &quot;Daddy, daddy, better go there again, &lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Town-o, town-o! &lt;br /&gt;
They said, &quot;Daddy, daddy, better go there again, &lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the fox and his wife without any strife, &lt;br /&gt;
Cut up the goose without fork or knife, &lt;br /&gt;
And they never had such a supper in their life &lt;br /&gt;
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o! &lt;br /&gt;
Bones-o!, Bones-o! &lt;br /&gt;
No, they never had such a supper in their life &lt;br /&gt;
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2205892615458028585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2205892615458028585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2205892615458028585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/fox.html' title='The Fox'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-3086343427411238618</id><published>2011-02-22T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:48:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Row, Row, Row Your Boat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Row, Row, Row Your Boat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Row, row, row your boat&lt;br /&gt;
Gently down the stream,&lt;br /&gt;
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,&lt;br /&gt;
Life is but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hoe, Hoe, Hoe your row&lt;br /&gt;
Through the summer heat,&lt;br /&gt;
Merrily digging but cheerily singing&lt;br /&gt;
Raising beets we&#39;ll eat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Save, save save the wheat,&lt;br /&gt;
Beets and sugar too,&lt;br /&gt;
Corn and potatoes and rice and tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;
Are mighty good for you.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/3086343427411238618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/row-row-row-your-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/3086343427411238618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/3086343427411238618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/row-row-row-your-boat.html' title='Row, Row, Row Your Boat.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-7680512979667959292</id><published>2011-02-22T18:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:46:50.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring-a-ring o&#39;Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ring-a-ring o&#39;Roses&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Ring-a-ring o&#39;roses&lt;br /&gt;
A pocket full of posies,&lt;br /&gt;
Atishoo! Atishoo!&lt;br /&gt;
We all fall down. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Picking up the daises,&lt;br /&gt;
picking up the daises,&lt;br /&gt;
Atishoo!, Atishoo!&lt;br /&gt;
We all jump up.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/7680512979667959292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/ring-ring-oroses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7680512979667959292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7680512979667959292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/ring-ring-oroses.html' title='Ring-a-ring o&#39;Roses'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-8077329734423938323</id><published>2011-02-22T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:46:00.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat-a-tat-tat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Rat-a-tat-tat&lt;br /&gt;
Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;
Only grandma&#39;s pussycat.&lt;br /&gt;
What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;
A pint of milk.&lt;br /&gt;
Where is your money?&lt;br /&gt;
In my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
Where is your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;
I forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Oh you silly pussycat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/8077329734423938323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/rat-tat-tat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8077329734423938323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/8077329734423938323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/rat-tat-tat.html' title='Rat-a-tat-tat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-1735171714023397032</id><published>2011-02-22T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:43:16.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pussycat, Pussycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;sites-layout-hbox&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;sites-layout-tile sites-tile-name-content-1&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;sites-layout-tile sites-tile-name-content-2&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pussycat, Pussycat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pussycat, pussycat,&lt;br /&gt;
Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been to London&lt;br /&gt;
To visit the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pussycat, pussycat,&lt;br /&gt;
What did you there?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I frightened a little mouse&lt;br /&gt;
Under her chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Pussycat, Pussycat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pussycat, pussycat,&lt;br /&gt;
Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve been to London&lt;br /&gt;
To visit the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pussycat, pussycat,&lt;br /&gt;
What did you there?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I frightened a little mouse&lt;br /&gt;
Under her chair.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/1735171714023397032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/pussycat-pussycat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1735171714023397032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/1735171714023397032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/pussycat-pussycat.html' title='Pussycat, Pussycat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-2191388528585735780</id><published>2011-02-22T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:41:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,&lt;br /&gt;
Had a wife and couldn&#39;t keep her;&lt;br /&gt;
He put her in a pumpkin shell&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; there he kept her very well.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2191388528585735780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/peter-peter-pumpkin-eater.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2191388528585735780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2191388528585735780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/peter-peter-pumpkin-eater.html' title='Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-6761650676929073145</id><published>2011-02-22T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:39:13.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary had a little lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb&lt;br /&gt;
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as now&lt;br /&gt;
Everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Everywhere that Mary went the lamb was sure to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/6761650676929073145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/mary-had-little-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/6761650676929073145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/6761650676929073145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/mary-had-little-lamb.html' title='Mary had a little lamb'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-22202131808650210</id><published>2011-02-22T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:36:24.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavender&#39;s Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Lavender&#39;s Blue &lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Blue, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Green &lt;br /&gt;
When I am king, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
You shall be queen &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Call up your men, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
Set them to work &lt;br /&gt;
Some to the plough, dilly dilly &lt;br /&gt;
Some to the cart &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some to make hay, dilly dilly &lt;br /&gt;
Some to reap corn &lt;br /&gt;
While you and I, dilly dilly &lt;br /&gt;
Keep ourselves warm &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Blue, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Green &lt;br /&gt;
When I am king, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
You shall be queen &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Call up your men, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
Send them to war &lt;br /&gt;
While you and I, dilly dilly &lt;br /&gt;
Keep ourselves warm &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Blue, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
Lavender&#39;s Green &lt;br /&gt;
When I am king, dilly dilly, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You shall be queen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/22202131808650210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/lavenders-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/22202131808650210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/22202131808650210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/lavenders-blue.html' title='Lavender&#39;s Blue'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-5136065232784202564</id><published>2011-02-22T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:35:30.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;I Love Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I love coffee &lt;br /&gt;
I love tea, &lt;br /&gt;
I love the boys &lt;br /&gt;
And the boys love me. &lt;br /&gt;
How many boys love me &lt;br /&gt;
1,2,3,4,.................&lt;br /&gt;
I like coffee, I like tea,&lt;br /&gt;
I like (name) to jump with me!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/5136065232784202564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/5136065232784202564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/5136065232784202564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-coffee.html' title='I Love Coffee.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-7057901881934150304</id><published>2011-02-22T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:34:46.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Humpty Dumpty&lt;br /&gt;
Riddle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Humpty Dumpty &lt;br /&gt;
Sat on a wall,&lt;br /&gt;
Humpty Dumpty &lt;br /&gt;
Had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the King&#39;s horses,&lt;br /&gt;
And all the King&#39;s men&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn&#39;t put Humpty&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/7057901881934150304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/humpty-dumpty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7057901881934150304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7057901881934150304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/humpty-dumpty.html' title='Humpty Dumpty'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-4065229517209409978</id><published>2011-02-22T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:33:37.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Diddle Diddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;sites-layout-hbox&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;sites-layout-tile sites-tile-name-content-1&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;sites-layout-tile sites-tile-name-content-2&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hey Diddle Diddle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey diddle diddle,&lt;br /&gt;
The cat and the fiddle,&lt;br /&gt;
The cow jumped over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little dog laughed&lt;br /&gt;
To see such sport,&lt;br /&gt;
And the dish ran away with the spoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hey Diddle Diddle&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey diddle diddle,&lt;br /&gt;
The cat and the fiddle,&lt;br /&gt;
The cow jumped over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little dog laughed&lt;br /&gt;
To see such sport,&lt;br /&gt;
And the dish ran away with the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/4065229517209409978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-diddle-diddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4065229517209409978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/4065229517209409978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-diddle-diddle.html' title='Hey Diddle Diddle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-7118452465362751817</id><published>2011-02-22T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:30:32.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Slumbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;sites-layout-hbox&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;sites-layout-tile sites-tile-name-content-2&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Golden Slumbers &lt;br /&gt;
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes &lt;br /&gt;
Smiles await you when you rise &lt;br /&gt;
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry &lt;br /&gt;
And I will sing a lullaby &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Care you know not, therefore sleep &lt;br /&gt;
While I o&#39;er you watch do keep &lt;br /&gt;
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;And I will sing a lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Golden Slumbers &lt;br /&gt;
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes &lt;br /&gt;
Smiles await you when you rise &lt;br /&gt;
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry &lt;br /&gt;
And I will sing a lullaby &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Care you know not, therefore sleep &lt;br /&gt;
While I o&#39;er you watch do keep &lt;br /&gt;
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;And I will sing a lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/7118452465362751817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/golden-slumbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7118452465362751817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/7118452465362751817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/golden-slumbers.html' title='Golden Slumbers'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-2183935074874554920</id><published>2011-02-22T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:17:40.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As l was walking down the Lake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;As l was walking down the Lake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was walking down the lake,&lt;br /&gt;
I met a little Rattlesnake;&lt;br /&gt;
I gave him so much jelly-cake,&lt;br /&gt;
It made his little belly ache.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;One, two, three, out goes she!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://sites.google.com/site/kidsrhymes/as-l-was-walking-down-the-lake/junglelodges-aw2.gifKK.gif?attredirects=0&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://sites.google.com/site/kidsrhymes/_/rsrc/1297782521988/as-l-was-walking-down-the-lake/junglelodges-aw2.gifKK.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2183935074874554920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-l-was-walking-down-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2183935074874554920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2183935074874554920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-l-was-walking-down-lake.html' title='As l was walking down the Lake.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5400694716681915679.post-2746908869581941306</id><published>2011-02-22T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:56:15.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever the occasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the occasion - be it happy, silly or sad;&lt;br /&gt;
It will reflect your relationship, &lt;br /&gt;
the most unique gift they’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s never an inappropriate time &lt;br /&gt;
to tell someone how much they mean.&lt;br /&gt;
And too often we let the opportunity go by &lt;br /&gt;
and it’s too late, for they&#39;ve left the scene. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Think of all the people in your life &lt;br /&gt;
that are really special to you.&lt;br /&gt;
When was the last time you told them that &lt;br /&gt;
or thanked them for all that they do? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine just how you would feel &lt;br /&gt;
receiving a poem about how special you are, &lt;br /&gt;
Now project that feeling to the recipient - &lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;ll make him or her feel like a star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rhyming words are easy to remember and fun to produce. Many poets use rhyme to strengthen their writing and also to help make the experience of listening to their poems more interactive for the audience. Even though many poems lack a rhyme scheme, beginners often think of rhyme as essential to poetry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Identification&lt;br /&gt;
Poets combine imagery-rich words in patterns of syllables, lines and stanzas to create poems. Sometimes a poem seems to ramble in a free-flowing blank verse that does not include rhymes. When the poet does incorporate a pattern of rhyming words within the structure of the poem, students are assigned to discover it. A poem&#39;s pattern of rhyming words is called its rhyme scheme. &lt;br /&gt;
Function&lt;br /&gt;
The rhyme scheme of any poem can be expressed like a code by a series of letters. When a poem contains an external rhyme scheme, the rhyming words will all occur at the end of the lines. The last word of the first line is assigned the letter &quot;a&quot;. Every time the last word of another line rhymes with that word, it will be assigned the same letter, &quot;a.&quot; Each new rhyme will receive the next letter in the alphabet. So, a four line poem, in which the alternate lines rhyme, will have the following rhyme scheme: abab. &lt;br /&gt;
Types&lt;br /&gt;
When every other line in a four line verse rhymes, the rhyme scheme is a cross rhyme. This is written: abab. However, when the first and fourth lines rhyme and the two middle lines also rhyme, the rhyme scheme is an envelope rhyme which is written: abba. When nothing rhymes, the poem is written in blank verse. Blank verse and free verse are the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;
Significance&lt;br /&gt;
Certain classic poetic forms always follow particular rhyme schemes. Each verse in a ballad will have a rhyme scheme in which the even numbered lines rhyme. This can be expressed as &quot;xbyb&quot;. Limericks have five lines in which the first, second and fifth lines rhyme, so their rhyme scheme is &quot;aabca.&quot; While all sonnets contain 14 lines, the distinctions between Shakesperean, Spenserian and other sonnets are discerned by their rhyme schemes. &lt;br /&gt;
Expert Insight&lt;br /&gt;
Most often, the rhyme scheme of a poem refers to its external rhyme, the rhymes made by the last words of each line. Occasionally, poems also employ an internal rhyme scheme so that words from within the lines rhyme with each other. The best known example of a poem that has an internal rhyme scheme is Edgar Allan Poe&#39;s &quot;The Raven.&quot; This poem has both an internal rhyme scheme and a more recognizable external rhyme scheme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;1. &lt;br /&gt;
similarity in sound: a similarity in the sound of word endings, especially in poetry&lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;br /&gt;
word sounding same as another: a word with an ending that sounds similar to the ending of another word&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;br /&gt;
poem: a poem, or poetry generally, of a lighthearted kind with a pattern of similar sounds at the ends of the lines&lt;br /&gt;
VERB rhymed past and past participle&lt;br /&gt;
rhym·ing present participle&lt;br /&gt;
rhymes 3rd person present singular&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. &lt;br /&gt;
intransitive verb sound similar: to have an ending that sounds similar to the ending of another word or line of poetry, or have endings that sound similar&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;&quot;Rough&quot; rhymes with &quot;cuff.&quot;&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;br /&gt;
transitive verb choose rhyming word: to find or choose a particular word and use it with another because its ending sounds similar&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;br /&gt;
transitive and intransitive verb write poetry: to write rhyming poetry, or express something in rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/feeds/2746908869581941306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/whatever-occasion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2746908869581941306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5400694716681915679/posts/default/2746908869581941306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vish-rhymes.blogspot.com/2011/02/whatever-occasion.html' title='Whatever the occasion'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>