I like comics, I like hats. I like biscuits, trees and cats. I don't like spider, I don't like cheese. I don't like rats or big yellow bees.
Early to Bed The cock crows in the morn To tell us to rise, And he that lies late Will never be wise.
This Little Pig This little pig went to market, This little pig stayed at home, This little pig had roast beef, This little pig had none, And this little pig went wee, wee, wee, All the way home.
Good morning! Good morning! Good morning to you! Good morning! Good morning! I'm glad to see you!
October's the month When the smallest breeze Gives us a shower Of autumn leaves.
All the leaves are falling down, Falling down, falling down. Falling , falling to the ground It is autumn!
One fine October morning In September, last July The moon lay thick upon the ground, The snow shone in the sky.
Now fades the last long streak of snow, Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares, and thick By ashen roots the violets blow.
O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning; turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
In springtime the violets grow in the sidewalk cracks and the ants play furiously at my gum-shoed toes