The wheels on the bus go
Round and round, round and round,
Round and round.

The wheels on the bus go
Round and round,
All through the town.
The wipers on the bus go
Swish, swish, swish,
Swish, swish, swish,
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Five little ducks
Went out one day
Over the hills and far away
Mother duck said
“Quack, quack, quack, quack”
But only four little ducks came back.
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Mom Is A Rainbow
RAINBOW is created within my Mom.

Mom is RED.
RED represent her Energy, Vitality and Willingness.

Mom is ORANGE.
ORANGE stands for her Thoughtfulness, Consideration and Vibrancy.
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BY Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

I wish I was a tree
How happy I would be,
I would swing through the air happily,
But one day someone would cut me heartlessly.

I wish I was a flower
How I would enjoy myself in a rain shower,
My beauty would add to my pride,
I would be attractive as a bride.
But again on one or the other day,
Someone would pluck me away.

I wish I was an innocent bird,
I would fly accross the world.
How much fun would it be to fly,
Mine would be the entire sky.
But again it is going to be the same,
I would be the target of some hunter’s game.
How beautiful and precious our nature is,
Be sure to never let go of this bliss.

One lone star shining in the night,
Shed on me some of your light,
Let the world be bathed bright,
Show us all some of your might.

After traveling far and wide,
You finally come to rest at our side,
Behind you a whole world can hide,
You are like a chariot on which God can ride.

Showing us your mighty flame,
You start to play your daily game,
Seeing you makes a man feel lame,
And reaching you becomes our aim.

Your might is so full of power,
That in an instant you can climb a tower,
You cause rainfall and a shower,
In awe of you men tremble with fear.

Your power is too great oh star,
You’re faster than the fastest car,
While you burn something you leave only char,
Nothing is left when you burn on the iron bar.

Man who is evolution’s flower,
Needs a way to control your power,
Or else with a fire shower,
You’ll leave us smoldering for ever.

The morning dawned pale and cold
The ice cristals sparkled with an ethereal exuberance
But there was an unexpected hush around
Like the world was washed afresh
Glowing like a bride, so fair.

Nature bashed in the warmth of its praise
And received a kiss from the heavens above
The snow thawed, the monotony cracked
A tricle here and there, the concert of the birds
The first of the flowers unfolded and showed its head.

Winter tried to cast her gray shroud again
And weave the spell of sleep over all that lived
Bitter and long was the fight between the Snow Queen and Spring
She was thrown down, defeated and crushed
And glided silently over the valley, without a backward glance.

The morning hue became bright golden
Beckoning all creatures to share its glory
At the sight of the beautiful panaroma
I caught my breath and sent a silent prayer
To the azure mantle above.

After the hot summer heat
I see children dancing in the street
I love to see the splashing rain
On my room’s window pane.

After the weather has turned cool
I feel like jumping in the pool
In the month of May
We wait for rain to pour everyday.

When the thunder roars
All the children rush indoors
Peacocks dance all happy and proud
When they see a black cloud.

I make a colorful paper boat
In the puddles I love to see it float
When rain showers heavily
Kids roam with umbrellas merrily.

Now the children run helter-skelter
They are seeking shelter
I love watching the rain
While I am sitting in the train
As it pours over the window panes.

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is in the mickle wood;
Little John, Little John,
He to the town is gone.

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is telling his beads,
All in the greenwood
Among the green weeds.

Little John, Little John,
If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
He will fret full sore!

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Now every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh there’s none so rare,
As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!