Jack and Jill Went Up The Hill

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

From Jack and Jill to More Mother Goose Rhymes

From Jack and Jill to Nursery Rhymes Fun Home

Childrens poems are fun and who knows this better than Mother Goose herself. I think I'll just let her tell you herself.

As spoken by the Ma’am Goose herself:

“My dear little Blossoms, there are now in this world, and always will be, a great many grannies beside myself, both in petticoats and pantaloons, some a deal younger, to be sure, but all monstrous wise and of my own family name.

These old women, who never had chick or child of their own, but who always know how to bring up other people's children, will tell you with long faces that my enchanting, quieting, soothing volume, my all-sufficient anodyne for cross, peevish, won't-be-comforted little bairns, ought be laid aside for more learned books, such as they could select and publish.

Fudge! I tell you that all their batterings can't deface my beauties, nor their wise prattlings equal my wiser prattlings; and all imitators of my refreshing songs might as well write another Billy Shakespeare as another Mother Goose—we two great poets were born together, and shall go out of the world together.

No, no, my melodies will never die, while nurses sing, or babies cry.

Excerpt From:"The Only True Mother Goose Melodies", Munroe & Francis, Boston. 1833