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.
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.
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