„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.
An apple a day keeps the doctor awayApple in the morning – Doctor’s warningRoast apple at night – starves the doctor outrightEat an apple going to bed – knock the doctor on the headThree each day, seven days a week… Continuă lectura →
I wrote myself a letter.I mailed it right away.And, sure enough, the carrier,delivered it today. I couldn’t wait to get it.I nearly had to shout.I quickly tore the envelopeand pulled the letter out. I anxiously unfolded itbut now I must… Continuă lectura →
A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
Ariel married Prince GrimAnd their wedding was a dream.Queens ate cream and berries,Kings danced with the fairies,Wizards on wooden shelvesDrank champagne with all the elves.
Don’t ever bite your sister.Don’t kick her in the shin.Don’t slap your sister sillyand don’t sock her on the chin. Don’t tape a „Kick Me” posterupon your sister’s back.Don’t take your stinky socks offand then put them in her pack…. Continuă lectura →
„Pussy-cat,pussy-cat,As you satOn the mat,Did you dream,Of amouseOr a big rat?” ” Oh, no! Not so!ForI always dreamOf a bowl Full of creamAnd a dishFullof fish”
Thirty days has September, April, June, and November; February has twenty-eight alone; All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting leap-year–that’s the time When February’s days are twenty-nine.
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