If all the world were paper,
And all the sea were ink,
If all the trees were bread and cheese,
What shall we have to drink.
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Category: Nursery Rhymes
Little Boys Little Girls
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
“Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails;
And that’s what little boys are made of, made of.”What are little girls made of, made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
“Sugar and spice and all that’s nice;
And that’s what little girls are made of, made of.”
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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
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Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue,
come blow your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow,
the cow’s in the corn,
Where is the boy
that looks after the sheep?
He’s under the haystack
fast asleep!
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Trees
Trees give us oxygen free
Which we all inhale with glee.
If a tree is near,
The air is clear.
Trees make the environment pure,
We all know this for sure.
Trees are their to bear,
The problems that we fear.
So protecting trees is a must,
If we want to live on the earth’s crust.
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Little Bo Peep
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find them;
Let them along, and they’ll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them,
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they’d left their tails behind ’em.
It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
Then went o’er hill and dale-o,
And did what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack to each sheep its tail-o.
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This Little Piggy
This little piggy went to market,
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef,
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went Wee all the way home.
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Ladybird Ladybird
Ladybird, ladybird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one, And her name is Ann,
And she hid under the frying pan.
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The Wind
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill,
go! That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into bread make it,
And bring us a loaf in the morn.
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Kittens
Three little kittens they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear
That we have lost our mittens.
What! Lost your mittens,
you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
No, you shall have no pie.
The three little kittens they found their mittens,
And they began to cry, Oh,
mother dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our mittens,
Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie.
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