If the butterfly courted the bee, And the owl the porcupine; If churches were built in the sea, And three times one was nine; If the pony rode his master
Six men of Hindustan To learning much inclined went to see the Elephant Though all of them were blind That each by observation Might satisfy his mind
, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave
A capital ship for an ocean trip Was the Walloping Window Blind. No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain's mind. The man at the wheel
The Man in the wilderness He asked of me How many strawberries grow in the salt sea? And I answered him, as I thought good As many a ship sails in the
Lady, lovely lady, Careless and gay! Once when a beggar called She gave her child away. The beggar took the baby, Wrapped it in a shawl, "Bring her back
The sun has gone from the shining skies Bye, baby, bye The dandelions have closed their eyes Bye, baby, bye The stars are lighting their lamps to see
makes a change from Freezing Seas, (Of which a whale can tire), To warm his weary tail at ease Before an English fire. For this delight he leaves the
giant was hairy, the giant was horrid, He had one eye in the middle of his forhead. Good morning, Isabel, the giant said, I'll grind your bones to make
are my one, and I have not another; Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure; Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother, Dreaming of pretty
(Jack Prelutsky (1940 - )) I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE-CREAM STORE, There are flavors in my freezer You have never seen before, Twenty
old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave
(Laurence Alma-Tadema (1865 - 1940)) If no one ever marries me,- And I don't see why they should, For nurse says I'm not pretty, And I'm seldom very
I saw a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea; And oh, it was all laden With pretty things for thee! There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the
vale, Have fled away like wither'd leaves Before the autumn gale: But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore; Your everlasting
Maggie and Milly and Molly and May Went down to the beach (to play one day) And Maggie discovered a shell that sang So sweetly she couldn't remember
a change from Freezing Seas, (Of which a whale can tire), To warm his weary tail at ease Before an English fire. For this delight he leaves the seas (