Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —
No doubt you have heard the name before —
In the land of the Bumbley Boo The People are red white and blue,
When Anne and I go out a walk,
We hold each other's hand and talk
Margarita, está linda la mar, y el viento
Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
Eat a tomato and you'll turn red (I don't think that's really so);
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
There is no treasure
in all the world
The year has changed his mantle cold
Of wind, of rain, of bitter air;
Jack Sprat
Could eat no fat,
There are holes in the sky Where the rain gets in
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
The young girl stood beside me.
I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
Jonathan Jo Has a mouth like an "O"
Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
WE have a little garden, A garden of our own,
The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
I wonder what the Jacks have got to laugh and laugh about.
I'm sure the worms don't see the joke when Jacky digs them out.
They don’t believe in fairies,
Those old folk wide and staid,
I made my home amidst this human bustle, Yet I hear no clamour from the carts and horses.
I had a hippopotamus; I kept him in a shed
And fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread.
I sat beside a lady fair,
A lady grave and sweet;
THE King and the Queen were riding
Upon a Summer's day,
FAIRY Blue Eyes
And Fairy Brown,
Not a bird disturbs the air!
There is quiet everywhere;
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
JUMP–jump–jump–
Jump away
Little Blue Shoes mustn't go
Very far alone, you know
When George's Grandmamma was told
That George had been as good as gold,
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