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.
I don’t know what to do today.Perhaps I’ll go outside and play,or stay indoors and watch TV,or take a bath, or climb a tree. Or maybe I’ll go ride my bike,or pick my nose, or take a hike,or jump a… Continuă lectura →
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.
Whether the weather be fine,Or whether the weather be not,Whether the wether be cold,Or whether the weather be hot,We’ll weather the weatherWhatever the weather,Whether we like it or not!
Rain on the green grass, And rain on the tree, Rain on the house-top, But not on me.
With this big andRed balloon,I can travel to the moon.And when i’m there,I’ll take care!
The snowflakes are falling, By ones and by twos, There is snow on my coat, And snow on my shoes. There is snow on the plants,And snow on the trees,And snowflakes all round me,Like many white bees.
Snow, snow, thick, thick snow Snow, snow, thick, thick snow, Wintertime’s here, you know, While the temperature’s low.
Red sky at night, Shepherd’s delight. Red sky at morning, Shepherd’s warning.
Bow, wow, says the dog;Mew, mew, says the cat;Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;And squeak goes the rat. Tu-whu, says the owl;Caw, caw, says the crow;Quack, quack, says the duck;And what the sparrows say, you know.
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