nursery rhyme

The piece she chooses is by Edgar Albert Guest, a rhythmic, staccato quasi nursery rhyme titled, “It Couldn’t Be Done.”

Mrs. Kouachi works at a nursery and has worn the veil since she made the pilgrimage to Mecca in 2008.

One song interweaves adult themes into nursery rhyme cadence.

It tracks light, noise, and temperature in the nursery, as well as baby's heart rate and sleep position.

In Britain, asked by Nursery World, “How are you supporting working mothers?”

The pastel outdoor furnishings look like leftovers from a closed nursery school, while inside collared shirts seem overdressed.

Finding him awake, he sat by his side and, with the earnestness of a nursery-maid, patted him off to slumber.

Next morning Judy shouted that there was a rat in the nursery, and thus he forgot to tell her the wonderful news.

They were standing over the cots in the nursery late at night, and I think that Mamma was crying softly.

I don't exactly see how I could have been, considering I never made a rhyme in my life!

Black Sheep retreated to the nursery and read "Cometh up as a Flower" with deep and uncomprehending interest.