In the May-time flowers grow; Little girls in meadows go; Little lambs frisk with delight, And in the green grass sleep at night. Little birds sing all the day, Oh, in such a happy way!...
Oh, sweet Miss Molly, You're so fond Of Fishes in a little Pond. And perhaps they're glad To see you stare With such bright eyes Upon them there. And when your fingers and your thumbs...
In my little Green House, quite content am I, When the hot sun pours down from the sky; For oh, I love the country the beautiful country. Who'd live in a London street when there's the country? ...
With Roses red Roses, We'll pelt her with Roses, And Lilies white Lilies we'll drop at her feet; The little Queen's coming, The people are running The people are running to greet and to meet. ...
Oh, dear, how will it end? Peggy and Susie how naughty you are. You little know where you are, Going so far, and so high, Nearly up to the sky. Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,...