Berk Nursery Rhymes
A/N These are the nursery rhymes they teach to small children in Berk. Some of them date from before the events of HTTYD, and some are from the post-movie era. Like our own rhymes, they reflect everyday cultural issues that the children of Berk are very familiar with; they're somewhat violent for that reason. If they don't seem like something you'd want to recite for a child, ask yourself – are they that much worse than "When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all"?
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Eeny, meenie, meinie, moe.
Catch a Nightmare by the toe.
If he burns you 'til you bake,
You just made a big mistake.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor Nadder a meal.
When she got there, the cupboard was bare,
Except for a long nasty eel.
Dark, dark Night Fury, are you on patrol?
Yes sir, yes sir, eight shots full.
One for a catapult, one to test my flame,
And six to burn the houses, up and down the lane.
Zippleback, Zippleback, turn around.
Zippleback, Zippleback, burn the ground.
Zippleback, Zippleback, breathe some gas.
Zippleback, Zippleback, light a blast.
Zippleback, Zippleback, gas is green.
Zippleback, Zippleback, you're so mean.
Zippleback, Zippleback, has two heads.
Zippleback, Zippleback, now I'm dead.
Peter, Peter, Gronckle beater,
Had a sheep and couldn't keep her.
He hid her from the Gronckles well,
But Nadders found her, sad to tell.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet.
Eating her curds and whey.
But that was an error; some Terrible Terrors,
They burned all her food to brulée.
Jack the Skrill went up to kill.
He wouldn't fail to slaughter.
Jack flew down and smoked the town
And killed with rumbling laughter.
Snoggletog is coming, the sheep is getting fat.
Please to put some ale in the old man's vat.
If you haven't got some ale, then a bit of mead will do.
If you haven't got a bit of mead, may Thor smite you!
Oh, dear, where can the Nadder be?
Oh, dear, where can the Nadder be?
Oh, dear, where can the Nadder be?
Find him and please say a prayer.
Fee, fie, fo, fum,
I hear the sound of a Thunderdrum!
Be he live, or be he dead,
I'll run before he bursts my head.
Itsy bitsy Terror went up the waterspout.
Down came the rain and washed the Terror out.
Terror got mad, the house went up in flames,
And the itsy bitsy Terror can't use that spout again.
Humpty Dumpty sat in a wagon.
Humpty Dumpty angered a dragon.
All the chief's Vikings, the women and men,
Couldn't get Humpty un-roasted again.
Hiccup had a little drag'n.
His scales were black as a crow.
And everywhere that Hiccup went,
The drag'n was sure to go.
Oh where, oh where has my Snaptrapper gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his heads of four and his necks so long.
Oh where, oh where can he be?
This little dragon burned the market.
This little dragon burned my home.
This little dragon stole the roast beef.
This little dragon stole the mutton.
And this little dragon chased me, me, me, me all the way home!