Johnny, Johnny, Yes, Papa!Eating sugar? No, Papa… Telling lies? No, Papa… Open your mouth O Ha! Ha! Ha!
Anna Maria, she sat on the fire.The fire was too hot,She sat on the pot.The pot was too round,She sat on the ground. The ground was too flat,She sat on the cat.The cat ran away with Maria on her back.
With this big andRed balloon,I can travel to the moon.And when i’m there,I’ll take care!
On Saturday night Shall be all my care To powder my locks And curl my hair. On Sunday morning My love will come in. When he will marry me With a gold ring.
One little flower, one little bee.One little blue bird, high in the tree.One little brown bear smiling at me.One is the number I like,You see.
The itsy-bitsy spiderClimbed up the water spoutDown came the rainAnd washed the spider outOut came the sunAnd dried up all the rainAnd the itsy-bitsy spiderClimbed up the spout again.
If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better. Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on… Continuă lectura →
„Little mouse little mouseWhere is your little house?”„Here is the door,Under the floor!”
Butterfly, butterfly,Where do you fly,So quick and so high,In the blue, blue sky?
Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on a Tuesday, Married on a Wednesday, Took ill in Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.
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