Accumulative Nursery Stories
Accumulative Nursery Stories

Accumulative Nursery Stories

This Is The House That Jack Built

THIS is the house that Jack built.
2. This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
3. This is the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
4. This is the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
5. This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
6. This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That toss’d the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
7. This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milk’d the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
8. This is the man all tatter’d and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milk’d the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter’d and torn,
That kiss’d the maiden all forlorn,
That milk’d the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
10. This is the cock that crow’d in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter’d and torn,
That kiss’d the maiden all forlorn,
That milk’d the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
11. This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crow’d in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tatter’d and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milk’d the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That kill’d the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

An Old Woman Was Sweeping Her House, And

AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she
found a little crooked sixpence. “What,”
said she, “shall I do with this little sixpence? I
will go to market, and buy a little pig.”

Dog, Dog, Bite Pig

“Dog, dog, bite pig!
Pig won’t get over the stile;
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Stick, Stick, Beat Dog

“Stick, stick, beat dog!
Dog won’t bite pig?
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Fire, Fire, Burn Stick

“Fire, fire, burn stick!
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Water, Water, Quench Fire

“Water, water, quench fire!
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Ox, Ox, Drink Water

“Ox, ox, drink water!
Water won’t quench fire;
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Butcher, Butcher, Kill Ox

“Butcher, butcher, kill ox!
Ox won’t drink water;
Water won’t quench fire;
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Rope, Rope, Hang Butcher

“Rope, rope, hang butcher!
Butcher won’t kill ox;
Ox won’t drink water;
Water won’t quench fire;
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Rat, Rat, Gnaw Rope

“Rat, rat, gnaw rope!
Rope won’t hang butcher;
Butcher won’t kill ox;
Ox won’t drink water;
Water won’t quench fire;
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

Cat, Cat, Kill Rat

“Cat, cat, kill rat;
Rat won’t gnaw rope;
Rope won’t hang butcher;
Butcher won’t kill ox;
Ox won’t drink water;
Water won’t quench fire;
Fire won’t burn stick;
Stick won’t beat dog;
Dog won’t bite pig;
Pig won’t get over the stile,
And I shan’t get home to-night.”

The Cat Began To Kill The Rat

The cat began to kill the rat;
The rat began to gnaw the rope;
The rope began to hang the butcher;
The butcher began to kill the ox;
The ox began to drink the water;
The water began to quench the fire;
The fire began to burn the stick;
The stick began to beat the dog;
The dog began to bite the pig;
The pig jumped over the stile,
And so the old woman got home that night.

This Is The Key Of The Kingdom

THIS is the key of the kingdom.
In that kingdom there is a city.
In that city there is a town.
In that town there is a street.
In that street there is a lane.
In that lane there is a yard.
In that yard there is a house.
In that house there is a room.
In that room there is a bed.
On that bed there is a basket.
In that basket there are some flowers.
Flowers in the basket, basket in the bed, bed in the room, &c. &c.

Classic cumulative rhymes and repeating story poems for read-aloud sharing. This grouped page includes 13 traditional rhymes from The Nursery Rhyme Book.
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