Carnival nursery rhymes: the most beautiful rhyming poems for children
One of the most loved parties by children - and not only - is certainly that of Carnival. Full of colors, of joy and characterized by that unique atmosphere, it is an occasion that brings light-heartedness. The little ones enjoy dressing up in fancy clothes or inspired by their favorite characters. The cities are filled with streamers, confetti and masks. colorful and in the streets you can hear the famous Carnival-themed nursery rhymes.
In fact, every year, children like to learn and recite nursery rhymes or rhyming poems about Carnival by heart or as a fairy tale, having fun learning about the stories of Harlequin, Pulcinella and their companions. For this reason we have collected the most beautiful songs and more famous, among which those of Gianni Rodari, Roberto Piumini and many others stand out!
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Gianni Rodari, Carnival
Carnival in nursery rhyme,
with the mask over his mouth,
with the mask over his eyes,
with patches on the knees:
are the patches of Harlequin,
paper suit, poor thing.
Pulcinella is big and white,
and Pierrot is an acrobat.
Pantalon of the Needy
"Colombina," he says, "will you marry me?"
Gianduja licks a chocolate
and gives nothing to Meneghino,
while Gioppino with his club
leads a barrel to Stenterello.
Fortunately, Dr. Balanzone
makes him a nice dressing,
then consoles him: "It's Carnival,
and every joke is valid for today. "
Mario Lodi, The streamers
Why are they called streamers?
Aren't they stars in the sky?
But they are brightly colored stripes,
made of paper that looks like a veil.
They look rather like festoons thrown away
from house to house, from plant to plant;
necklaces, colored swings,
where the wind dances and sings to us.
Then, full moon nights
a golden ray makes us the swing.
Carnival
Carnival has arrived,
bursts like a thunderstorm!
Sing, dance and improvise
amidst a shower of laughter!
With the masks in a storm
the whole world is celebrating!
It bursts like a thunderstorm,
Carnival has arrived!
Roberto Piumini, Mask
What is that other face
that you put on Carnival,
with big nose and big mouth,
or even an animal?
What is that other face,
that you put on when you want,
the Cornflower Fairy
or the Orco Sbranabuoi?
What is that other face
that you put on to play
but if you keep it a lot
do you get sweaty?
Carnival poem
Carnival has arrived
everything masked.
Bring joy to children
who dress as Harlequins
all bring joy
and boredom runs away.
Confetti and streamers are thrown
everyone dances, jokes, plays.
Children at Carnival
they enjoy playing.
There are those who eat damselfish
and shares them with whoever he wants.
There are those who tell the story
of the famous Pulcinella
that to Teresina, his beloved,
makes a nice serenade,
then there is the good Trousers
who is a great funny guy
everyone jump happily and become good friends.
We go to school in disguise
and no clothes are used
you can become a chimney sweep,
a prince charming or a rogue
we can say that at Carnival
every joke is always valid
after the party I feel a little sad
because unfortunately Carnival ends.
Gianni Rodari, Long live the Carnival confetti
Long live the Carnival confetti,
paper bombs that don't hurt!
Van on the streets in happy company
the warriors of happiness:
they shoot laughter in the face
harp,
they make themselves prisoners
with colorful streamers.
No nurses are needed
because the wounded heal
with a candy.
Lead the assault, at a tarantella pace,
the general in chief Pulcinella.
The battle ended, all to bed.
On the pillow
stands out like a medal
a Carnival coriander.
Carla Piccinini, Carnival masks
How many masks per street:
what a din, what a joy!
Multicolored harlequin
is always in a good mood;
his friend Brighella
he has no money in his purse;
Pulcinella consoles himself:
plays the mandola.
From Milan is Meneghino
and Gianduia from Turin;
Stenterello is Tuscan,
Roman rugantino.
Miser is Pantalone,
superb Balanzone.
Pretty and naughty,
Colombina goes with Rosaura.
Many other masks,
elegant and chatty,
they go for a walk in company:
what a din, what a joy!
Gabriele d "Annunzio, Carnival Nursery Rhyme
Crazy old carnival
the mattress was sold
to buy bread, wine,
tarallucci and cotechino.
And eating out loud
the mountain of pancakes
he has grown a big belly
that looks like a balloon.
He drinks, drinks suddenly
his face turns red
then his belly bursts too
while he still eats, he eats.
Thus the Carnival dies
and they give him the funeral:
from the dust he was born
and returned to dust.
Gianni Rodari, Lunch and dinner
Pulcinella and Arlecchino
they dined together in a saucer:
and if there was something on the plate
who knows what an appetizing dinner.
Harlequin and Pulcinella
they drank together in a bowl,
and if the bowl was not empty
who knows what a hangover that evening.
The song of the masks
Greetings to all of you;
can you tell us who we are?
Do you look at us and then laugh?
Oh! you never know us again!
We joke without hurting,
Long live the Carnival!
We are lively masks,
Harlequins and Colombine,
devils, goblins,
sailors
beautiful Ciociari
comarelle
old ladies:
we joke without hurting,
long live the Carnival!
We give you a nice sugared almond,
a joke, a smirk;
then we dance
then we run away.
You ask:
But who are you?
Come on think,
guess.
We are lively masks,
Harlequins and Colombine,
devils, goblins,
sailors
beautiful Ciociari
comarelle
old ladies:
we joke without hurting,
long live the Carnival!
Jolanda Remain, Carnival, Carnival
Carnival, Carnival
it's a pretty good party:
all happy, all happy
no more hassles and troubles!
All in happy masks
with flashy costumes
to forget every thought
of a future that is too black.
Let's erase the sad faces:
it is urgent to be optimistic!
Here is what it takes:
Carnival, Carnival!
Attilio Cassinelli, Carnival masks
Harlequin meet you
all patches but happy.
and Brighella his companion,
what do you think you are doing?
Funny face skirmish
always ready to scuffle.
And Tartaglia who is not wrong,
when he sings he does not stammer.
Meneghino who, slowly,
goes for a walk in Milan
and Pierrot see here
who came from Paris.
Do you want to know who this man is?
Peppe Nappa, just him
Wise and witty Pulcinella
who came from Naples.
And Piedmontese Gianduia
who is the most courteous of all.
From Bologna he is advancing
Balanzon with a big belly.
All together they have breakfast
and who pays is Pantalone!
Gianni Rodari, The game of ifs
If Harlequin commanded
do you know how the sky wants it?
In patches of a hundred colors
sewn with a ray of sunshine.
If Gianduja became
state minister,
would make the sugar houses
with chocolate doors.
If Pulcinella commanded
the law would be this:
to those who have bad thoughts
be given a new head.
G. Gaida, The circle of masks
It is Gianduia from Turin
Milanese Meneghino.
He comes from Bergamo Arlecchino
Stenterello is Florentine.
Venetian is Panatalone,
with the cheerful Colombina.
From Bologna Balanzone,
with the clever Green Bean.
Comes from Rome Rugantino:
Although Roman is Meo Patacca.
Sicilian Peppenappa,
of Verona Fracanappa
and Neapolitan Pulcinella.
Happy and in agreement they shake hands;
they come from so far away,
but they are brothers, they are Italian.
Carnival song
Pulcinella had a rooster;
all day he rode there,
with bridle and saddle.
Long live the Pulcinella cockerel!
Pulcinella had a cat;
all day he was jumping like crazy,
ringing a bell.
Long live Pulcinella's kitten!
Silvano Antonelli, The masks
I am Florentine
lively and mischievous;
my name is Stenterello
the cheerful minstrel.
Singing in the stars
I make a thousand laughs.
And here is Brighella,
the brightest star
of the gay carnival
when every joke is worth ...
I come dancing,
joking and then jumping.
They call me Harlequin
and I'm the cutest.
My name is Pantalone:
the old grouch;
but in all honor I say to you:
"I am your friend".
And I am Pulcinella!
The most beautiful mask.
Oh oh, what a dancer,
I look like a whisk ...
Gianni Rodari, Harlequin's dress
To make a dress for Harlequin
put a Meneghino patch on it,
he put another Pulcinella,
a Gianduia, a Brighella.
Trousers, old louse,
put a tear on our knee,
and Stenterello, out of hand
a few stains of Tuscan wine.
Colombina who sewed it
made a tight dress like that.
Harlequin put it on anyway
but he was a little perplexed.
Balanzone then said,
Bolognese dottorone:
“I assure you and I swear to you
which will suit you next month
if you will observe my recipe:
fasting one day and bills the other! ".
