Cock crows in the morn,
To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late
Will never be wise.
For early to bed,
And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy
And wealthy and wise.
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.
As the days grow longer
The storms grow stronger.
When the days begin to lengthen
Then the cold begins to strengthen.
A sunshiny shower,
Won't last half an hour.