Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXIII. Games.

        [Game with the hands.]

    Pease-pudding hot,
        Pease-pudding cold,
    Pease-pudding in the pot,
        Nine days old.
    Some like it hot,
        Some like it cold,
    Some like it in the pot,
        Nine days old.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXXV. Literal

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXI. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLVIII. Natural History.

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    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
    Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIX. Games.

        [An exercise during which the fingers of the child are enumerated.]

    Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
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    Long back'd Gray
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVII. Games.

        [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]

    One-ery, two-ery,
        Ziccary zan;
    Hollow bone, crack a bone,
        Ninery, ten:
    Spittery spot,
        It must be done;
    Twiddleum twaddleum,
        Twenty-one.

    Hink spink, the puddings stink,
        The fat begins to fry,
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        Father, mother, and I.
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIV. Games.

        [A game on the slate.]

    Eggs, butter, bread,
    Stick, stock, stone dead!
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXVIII. Games.

        [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]

    Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
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        Let it stand an hour;
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCVIII. Games.

    Number number nine, this hoop's mine;
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