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.
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.
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 →
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.
Johnny, Johnny, Yes, Papa!Eating sugar? No, Papa… Telling lies? No, Papa… Open your mouth O Ha! Ha! Ha!
I know a girl, And who she is,I’ll tell you by and by; When Mummy says:”Dothis,” or “that”!She says: “What for” and “Why” She’dbe a better girl, by far, If she would say:”I’ll try!”
A wise old owl Sat in anoak,The more he heard, The less he spoke;The less hespoke,The more he heard;Why aren’t we allLike that wiseold bird?
Let us try to be polite,Ineverything we do,Remember always to say ‘Please!’And don’tforget ‘Thank you!’
„Mother, may I go out toswim?”„Yes, my darling daughter.Fold your clothesup neat and trim,But don’t go near the water.”
When little Fred went to bed,Healways said his prayers;He kissed mama, and then papa,Andstraightway went upstairs.
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