Good,better,
best,/
Never let it
rest,/
Till good is
better/
And better
is best.
I shall not
see the sha-
dows,/
I shall not
fell the
rain,/
I shall not
hear the
nightingale/
Sing on as if
in pain./
And dreaming
through the
twilight/
That doth not
rise nor set,/
Happy I may
remember,/
And haply I may
forget.
I am coming,
little maiden,
/
With the plea-
sant sunshine
laden,/
With honey for
the bee,/
With the blo-
ssom for the
tree./
every little
stream is
bright,/
All the
orchard trees
are white,/
and each small
and waving
shoot,/
has for thee
sweet flowers
or fruit.
Evening red
and morning
grey,/
Send the
traveller
on his way;/
Evening grey
and morning
red,/
Bring the
rain upon
his head.
What is pink?
A rose is pink/
By the
fountain's
brink./
What is blue?
The sky is
blue,/
Where the
clouds float
through./
What is
yellow?
Pears are
yellow,/
Rich,ripe
and mellow./
What is green?
The grass is
green,/
With small
flowers
between./
What is
orange?
Why,an orange,/
Just an orange.
The moon is
in the sky./
It is far and
high./
Let's go to
the moon./
Let's ride a
rocket and fly.
Twinkle,
twinkle,
little star,/
How I wonder
what you are,/
Up above the
world so high,/
Like a diamond
in the sky.
Spring is gay
with flower
and song;/
Summer is hot
and days are
long;/
Autumn is rich
with fruit
and grain;/
Winter snows
and brings
new year again.
There was a
lady from
Rica,/
Who rode
with a smile
on a tiger./
They returned
from a ride,/
With a lady
inside,/
And the smile
on the face of
the tiger.
In winter I
got up at
night,/
And dress by
yellow candle
light./
In summer
quite the
other way,/
I have to go
to bed by day.
One,two,
three,four,/
Mary at the
cottage door./
Five,six,
seven,eight,/
Eating
cherries off
a plate.
There was
a young man
from Leeds./
Who swallowed
a packet of
seeds./
Within just
an hour,/
His nose was
a flower,/
And his head
was a riot
of weeds!
I like honey
all my life,/
I paste them
on the knife./
They are
always very
stiff,/
It is hard to
take them off.
There was a
young man from
Quebec,/
Who wrapped
both his legs
round his
neck./
But then he
forgot/
How to undo
the knot,/
And now he
is an absolute
wreck!/
Peter,Peter,
pumpkin-eater,
/
Had a wife and
failed to keep
her./
Put her into
a pumpkin
shell-/
There he kept
her very well!
The fair
breeze blew,/
The white
foam flew;/
The furrow
followed
free,/
We were the
first to
burst-/
Into that
silent sea.
She stood at
the bridge at
the midnight,/
Her lips were
all aquiver;/
She gave a
cough,
her leg
fell off,/
And floated
down the
river!
Jack and Jill
went up the
hill,/
To fetch a
pail of
water./
Jack fell down
and broke his
crown,/
And Jill came
tumbling after.
Under the
greenwood
tree/
Who loves to
lie with me,/
And tune his
merry note/
Unto the sweet
bird's throat.
/
Come hitcher,
come hitcher,
come hitcher:/
Here shall he
see/
No enemy/
But winter and
rough weather.
When the wind
is in the
East/
It's good
neither for
man nor
beast;/
When the wind
is in the
North/
The skilful
fisher goes
not forth;/
When the wind
is in the
South/
It blows the
bait in the
fish's mouth;/
When the wind
is in the
West/
Then it's in
its very best.