The Real Mother Goose

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Category : Children's poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 136

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The Real Mother Goose

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Category : Children's poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 136

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The Real Mother Goose

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Category : Nursery rhymes
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THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE

THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE PDF Author: BLANCHE FISHER WRIGHT
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Languages : en
Pages : 132

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Favorite Nursery Rhymes from Mother Goose

Favorite Nursery Rhymes from Mother Goose PDF Author: Scott Gustafson
Publisher: Artisan Books
ISBN: 1579656986
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 0

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From nonsense to lessons learned, these 45 rhymes include Mother Goose favourites including Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Queen of Hearts, Ride a Cock Horse, and more, illustrated in detail by Scott Gustafson.

My First Real Mother Goose Board Book

My First Real Mother Goose Board Book PDF Author: Blanche Fisher Wright
Publisher: Cartwheel Books
ISBN: 9780439146715
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 15

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From "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" to "Ring Aroundthe Rosie," this book has the Mother Goose rhymes children know and love.

My Mother Goose

My Mother Goose PDF Author: David McPhail
Publisher: Roaring Brook Press
ISBN: 146684874X
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 100

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All your favorite nursery rhymes, songs, and concepts illustrated by popular artist David McPhail--the perfect shower, birthday, or Christmas gift for babies and toddlers. Enter the beloved world of Mother Goose with the whimsical illustrations of David McPhail. Here classic rhymes come to life with energy, humor, and the sweetest charm. With a loveable cast of zoo and farm animals, My Mother Goose also includes concepts like opposites, colors, and early vocabulary. Give children a gift they will treasure for years to come.

The Real Mother Goose 80th Anniversary Deluxe Edition

The Real Mother Goose 80th Anniversary Deluxe Edition PDF Author: Blanche Fisher Wright
Publisher: Scholastic
ISBN: 9780590995276
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 128

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This hardcover keepsake edition presents the original The Real Mother Goose collection of traditional nursery rhymes, riddles, songs, games, and limericks--all timeless classics that have charmed children and parents for generations. Full color.

Real Mother Goose

Real Mother Goose PDF Author: Blanche Fisher Wright
Publisher: Courier Corporation
ISBN: 0486793877
Category : Juvenile Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 137

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Time stands still for Mother Goose and her world: London Bridge is still falling down, Little Bo-Peep continues to search for her lost sheep, and Old King Cole is as merry an old soul as ever. For the past century, millions of children have met Georgy Porgy, Jack Sprat, Miss Muffet, Humpty Dumpty, and other storybook immortals with this classic edition of nursery lore.This new version of The Real Mother Goose retains the marvelous pen-and-watercolor illustrations that enrich every page of the original book. In addition, an exclusive CD recording recaptures the enchanting rhythms of the most famous rhymes. Kids can read along with the CD, or simply listen, or enjoy the book by itself. No child is too young to love these enchanting stories and verses, and no adult is too old to return to the world of Peter Piper or to Sing a Song of Sixpence.

The Real Mother Goose Hardcover

The Real Mother Goose Hardcover PDF Author: Blanche Fisher Wright
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ISBN: 9782382263754
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Languages : en
Pages : 92

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The figure of Mother Goose is the imaginary author of a collection of French fairy tales and later of English nursery rhymes. As a character, she appeared in a song, the first stanza of which often functions now as a nursery rhyme.This, however, was dependent on a Christmas pantomime, a successor to which is still performed in the United Kingdom. The term's appearance in English dates back to the early 18th century, when Charles Perrault's fairy tale collection, Contes de ma Mère l'Oye, was first translated into English as Tales of My Mother Goose. Later a compilation of English nursery rhymes, titled Mother Goose's Melody, or, Sonnets for the Cradle, helped perpetuate the name both in Britain and the United States.

The Real Mother Goose

The Real Mother Goose PDF Author: Selena Kitt
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781441484383
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 166

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~*~*~2010 EPIC AWARD FINALIST!~*~*~Settle yourself in for a wicked bed time story, a hot, wild ride through nursery rhymes like you've never heard them before. Set in a fantastical world where the privileged few own and raise sex slaves like beloved pets, Mother herself is the star of the show, wielding a riding crop and taking care of and training her young charges with a firm and skillful hand. But where has Father Goose wandered off to, and who will take Mother in hand when she ventures too far?-------Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, sex, spanking, elements of bdsm, and a perspective on nursery rhymes you'll never forget!-------EXCERPT:“Peep!” The voice shook the room and the startled girl looked up as Mother came in. “Do you know where your sheep are now?”“No, Mother.” The girl looked up from her position, kneeling on the floor, her blue eyes wide. “I penned them before I left, I swear it.”Mother Goose came toward her, the high heels of her soft boots clicking on the floor. She squatted down before Peep, whose hands were bound behind her to her feet with pink satin sashes.“You are a pretty little one,” Mother said, lifting the girl's chin and studying her face. Mother's eyes moved over the girl's body, the pink and white corset drawn tight, her blonde curls spilling over her shoulders, partially hiding Peep's rosy little nipples. “Sometimes I think you're just playing dumb.”“No, Mother,” Peep implored, shaking her head. “I penned them, I promise you.”“Is that so?” Mother asked, standing again. Peep looked up Mother's long legs, encased in black fishnet stockings and garters, the dark triangle between her legs exposed, as it always was, for easy access.Mother had taken to wearing black since Father had crossed over, and her mood was ever changeable, but lately she seemed often cross and hard to please. Mother tapped her toe in front of Peep's knee, folding her arms over her ample breasts that were pushed up high in her black corset, but covered with the sheer, lace peignoir that she always wore, unbuttoned to the floor.“Mother, please,” Peep pleaded. “I will go tend them, if you let me.”Mother walked over to the cabinet and the girl moaned, the sound caught halfway between regret and anticipation. “I think we need a little correction, don't you?” Mother's voice drifted over her shoulder as she chose a small cat o'nine tails from her collection.“Please,” Peep pleaded again, her eyes downcast. “I'll be a good girl.”“Yes,” Mother murmured, coming to caress the her cheek with her soft hand. “You will.”Mother reached behind the girl and began untying the pink satin ribbon that bound her. Peep sighed in relief, rolling her tired shoulders once her arms were free. She leaned forward onto her hands and knees as Mother began to untie her feet, but then the older woman stopped.“No… this is good,” Mother said, tightening the sashes at the girl's ankles, chuckling. “Turn around, Little Bo Peep, who's lost her sheep, and doesn't know were to find them.”Peep did as she was told, turning her face toward the wall on her hands and knees, using her hands to slowly work herself around. She felt Mother's hand caressing her ass, and she shivered, looking back over her shoulder at the older woman. Mother was squatting down behind her, beginning to drip the many straps of the cat o'nine tails over Peep's behind like a little leather waterfall.“Peep's little puss,” Mother whispered, parting the dark blonde fuzz with her fingers to peer in at the pink treasure. “I love peeping at Peep's little puss.” Mother giggled, wiggling her fingers through and finding the girl's clit.“Oh, Mother!” Peep moaned, lifting her bottom in the air as much as she could with her feet tied together at the ankles.