Home Page

 






 








 





 
   

The Land of Nursery Rhymes

 

Johnnyís Frolic


Ho! for a frolic!
Said Johnny the stout;
"Thereís coasting and sledding;
Iím going out!"

Scarcely had Johnny
Plunged in the snow
When there came a complaint
Up from his toes

"Weíre cold," said the toes,
"I and the rest ;
There are ten of us freezing,
Standing abreast."

Then up spoke an ear;
"My! but itís labour
Playing in winter.
Eh, Opposite neighbour?"

"Pooh!" said his nose,
Angry and red;
"Who wants to tingle?
Go home to bed!"

Eight little fingers,
Four to a thumb,
All cried together,
"Johnny, weíre numb!"

But Johnny the stout
Wouldnít listen a minute;
Never a snow-bank
But Johnny was in it.

Tumbling and jumping,
Shouting with glee,
Wading the snow-drifts
Up to his knee,

Soon he forgot them,
Fingers and toes,
Never once heeded
The ear and the nose.

Ah what a frolic!
All in a glow,
Johnny grew warmer
Out in the snow.

Often his breathing
Came with a joke;
"Blaze away, Johnny!
Iíll do the smoke."

"And Iíll do the fire,"
Said Johnny the bold,
"Fun is the fuel
For driving off cold."



 


To Print Out this Nursery Rhyme:
Click File and then Print or Ctrl + P




Google
 
Web www.landofnurseryrhymes.co.uk
 

 

 




 

 

Copyright © [2003†- 2010] www.landofnurseryrhymes.co.uk All rights reserved