There once was a man named McMurray
Whose face was really quite furry
Whenever he shaved, his whiskers he saved
Unless he was in a great hurry
Tag Archives: Nursery Rhymes
Rhymes for children and those who think like them.
The Witch is Dead
The witch is dead
Let’s shave her head
And make a broom with her hair
And every time
The clock strikes nine
We’ll sweep the whole town square
Mélange des Classiques I
Old Mother Hubbard
Sat in her cupboard
Eating her curds and whey
She fell down
And broke her crown
And the dish and the spoon ran away