When green leaves begin to spring,
Little lambs do skip like fairies,
Birds do couple, build, and sing.
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear,
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet things break in and steal the gold.
Little Cock Robin peeped out of his nest,
To see the cold winter come in,
Tit for tat, what matter for that,
He'll hide his head under his wing!
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone;
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year--that's the time
When February's days are twenty-nine.
The man in the wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea;
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about?
She loved c