"Shall I sing?" says the Lark, "Shall I bloom?" says the Flower; "Shall I come?" says the Sun, "Or shall I?" says the Shower. Sing your song, pretty Bird, Roses, bloom for an hour; Shine on, dearest Sun, Go away, naughty Shower!
"Shall I sing?" says the Lark, "Shall I bloom?" says the Flower; "Shall I come?" says the Sun, "Or shall I?" says the Shower. Sing your song, pretty Bird, Roses, bloom for an hour; Shine on, dearest Sun, Go away, naughty Shower!

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Little Miss Patty and Master Paul Have found two snails on the garden wall. "These snails," said Paul, "how slow they walk! A great deal slower than we can talk. Make haste, Mr. Snail, travel quicker, I pray; In a race with our tongues you'd be beaten to-day."
Little Miss Patty and Master Paul Have found two snails on the garden wall. "These snails," said Paul, "how slow they walk! A great deal slower than we can talk. Make haste, Mr. Snail, travel quicker, I pray; In a race with our tongues you'd be beaten to-day."

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Yes, it is sad of them—

Shocking to me;

Bad—yes, it's bad of them—

Bad of all three.

Warnings they've had from me.

Still I repeat them—

Cold is the water—the

Fishes will eat them.

Yet they will row about,

Tho' I say "Fie!" to them;

Fathers may scold at it,

Mothers may cry to them.

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Now, all of you, give heed unto The tale I now relate, About two girls and one small boy, A cat, and a green gate. Alack! since I began to speak (And what I say is true), It's all gone out of my poor head— And so good-bye to you!
Now, all of you, give heed unto The tale I now relate, About two girls and one small boy, A cat, and a green gate. Alack! since I began to speak (And what I say is true), It's all gone out of my poor head— And so good-bye to you!