The day was cold,
Both armies bold,
As hands grasped the ladders,
Ramparts were scaled,
Arrows were sailed,
But the French climbed the Tourelles.
'Here lies Sam Shay,
Smoked six packs a day.
He started smoking when he was five.
Now that fool is no longer alive.'
I took a stroll down Cypress Street
The hot sidewalk beneath my feet.
The one thing that stood out the most
Where trees once stood there were lamppost.
Friends smile at you
They like your face
They want to be with you
Any old place.
There's a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky
A Friend who never changes
Whose love will never die
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
All things wise and wonderful
The Lord God made them all.
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw
Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw
Then I saw the elephant a waving of his trunk
Then I saw the monkeys mercy, how unpleasantly they smelt!
'Come,' said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
'Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.'
Dance, little baby, dance up high
Never mind baby, mother is by
Crow and caper, caper and crow
There little baby, there you go
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, ading, ding.
The lightning and thunder
They go and come
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.
Mary had a little bird
With feathers bright and yellow
Slender legs upon my word
He was a pretty fellow!
How Mama did fret and frown
When she saw them tumbling down
And Papa made such a face
Philip is in sad disgrace.
Let me see if Philip can
Be a little gentleman
Let me see if he is able
To sit still for once at table
Thus Papa bade Phil behave
And Mama looked very grave.
The day is past, the sun is set
And the white stars are in the sky
While the long grass with dew is wet
And through the air the bats now fly.
A child should always say what's true
And speak when he is spoken to
And behave mannerly at table
At least as far as he is able.
Now the day is over
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
The friendly cow, all red and white
I love with all my heart
She gives me cream with all her might
To eat with apple tart.
When I was sick and lay a-bed
I had two pillows at my head
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.