The Doctor

A Doctor is an Angel,
Taking care of us,
When we are unwell
Lying helpless on the bed.

If I get fever,
I go to him,
He checks my pulse
And measures my fever
He prescribes some medicines
To make be well.

I get well soon
And leave the bed
Out I go to play
And start going to school.

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The Clock

There’s a neat little clock,
In the schoolroom it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands every ready
To do what is right.

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Smile

People wear it, Anger robs it,
Models sell it, Photographs captures it,
Painters paint it,
Happiness brings it, Sorrow sweeps it,
We can still have it,
Face value improves by it.

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Sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
the birds began to sing.
Now, wasn’t that a dainty dish
to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
counting out his money.
The queen was in the parlour,
eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
hanging out the clothes,
When down came a blackbird
and pecked off her nose!

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