: Year 4 Poem Texts
The Grand Old Duke of York
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men.
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up they were up,
And when they were down they were down,
And when they were only halfway up,
They were neither up nor down!
The Dark House
In a dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark house,
And in that dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark room,
And in that dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark cupboard,
And in that dark, dark cupboard, there was a dark, dark shelf,
And in that dark, dark shelf, there was a dark, dark box,
And in that dark, dark box, there was a GHOST!

Cross Canary
He sings when he's happy,
He sings when he's sad,
He sings when he's middling,
But not when he's mad.

He's not singing now
'Cause Mum's covered his cage
With a blanket for bedtime
And he's in a rage.

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails and puppy-dogs' tails,
That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and all things nice,
That's what little girls are made of.

To Market, To Market
To Market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
If You Should Meet a Crocodile
If you should meet a crocodile,
Don't take a stick and poke him;
Ignore the welcome in his smile,
Be careful not to stroke him.
For as he sleeps upon the Nile,
He thinner gets and thinner;
But whene'er you meet a crocodile
He's ready for his dinner.
Georgie Porgie
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.

Bedtime Cat
There's a lump on my bed,
A bump on my bed,
A furry purry hump on my bed,
And my mother said,
"Put the cat out!"

There's a growl outside,
A yowl outside,
A cold and lonely howl outside,
And my brother cried,
"Let the cat in!"

The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy, O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married; too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, the other shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run.
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.
A thought
If I were John and John were Me,
Then he'd be six and I'd be three.
If John were Me and I were John,
I shouldn't have these trousers on.
Higglety pigglety pop
Higglety pigglety pop
The dog has eaten the mop
The pig's in a hurry
The cat's in a flurry
Higglety pigglety pop
Incy Wincy Spider
Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the sunshine, dried up all the rain,
And Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the spout again.

The Muffin Man
Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Oh, do you know the muffin man
That lives in Drury Lane?

Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Oh, yes, I know the muffin man
That lives in Drury Lane.

Hey Diddle Diddle
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
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