The Man In The Moon

                The Man in the Moon
                    Came tumbling down,
                And asked his way to Norwich;



                    They told him south,
                    And he burnt his mouth
                With eating cold pease-porridge.

Leonard Brooke

Leonard Leslie Brooke was a British artist and writer, born on September 24, 1862. He is best known for his illustrations for children's books, including classic nursery rhymes and fairy tales such as 'Johnny Crow's Garden' and 'The Golden Goose Book.' His work brought a distinctive elegance and charm to the illustration of children's literature. In addition to his writing, his illustrations have been featured in works by other authors as well. He passed away on May 2, 1940.

Leonard Brooke

Oranges And Lemons

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The Three Wise Men Of Gotham

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There Was A Little Man

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Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

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        The man in the moon,
        Came tumbling down,
    And ask'd his way to Norwich,
        He went by the south,
        And burnt his mouth
    With supping cold pease-porridge.

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There Was A Man



There Was A Man.


                There was a man, and he had nought,
                    And robbers came to rob him;



                He crept up to the chimney-pot,





                And then they could not find him;



                He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
                    And never looked behind him.

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Goosey, Goosey Gander




Goosey, Goosey Gander.


                Goosey, Goosey Gander,
                Where shall I wander?



                Upstairs, downstairs,
                And in my lady's chamber.



                There I met an old man
                    That would not say his prayers:
                I took him by the left leg,
                    And threw him downstairs.

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Good King Arthur



Good King Arthur.


When good king Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.










The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

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There Was A Little Man



There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook
And saw a little duck,
And he shot it right through the head, head, head.





He carried it home
To his old wife Joan,
And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;
To roast the little duck
He had shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.

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Lunicola.

The man in the moon came down at noon,
Inquiring the way to Norwich.
The man of the South has burnt his mouth,
Eating cold milk porridge.

Lunicola, meridie, ad terram descendebat,
Et viam ad Norvicum assidue quærebat.
Australis vir ineptus est et os excoriavit,
Dum lacteum perfrigidum incontinens voravit.

Jacob Bigelow