The Cuckoo
HE cuckoo's a fine bird,
He sings as he flies;
He brings us good tidings.
He tells us no lies.
He sucks little birds' eggs,
To make his voice clear;
And when he sings "cuckoo!"
The summer is near.
Five toes
1. "Let us go to the wood," says this pig;
2. "What to do there?" says that pig;
3. "To look for mother," says this pig;
4. "What to do with her?" says that pig;
5. "To kiss her, to kiss her," says this pig.
One misty moisty
One misty moisty morning
When cloudy was the weather,