At the Seaside
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.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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A Tisket, A Tasket
A tisket,
A tasket,
A green and yellow basket,
I wrote a letter to my love,
And on the way, I dropped it.
I dropped it,
I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy picked it up
And put it in his pocket.
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I See the Moon
I see the moon
and the moon sees me
The moon sees the somebody I'd like to see.
God bless the moon
and God bless me
God bless the somebody I'd like to see!
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Moon, O Moon In The Empty Sky
Moon, O Moon in the empty sky,
Why do you swing so low?
Pretty moon with the silver ring
And the long bright beams where the fairies cling,
Where do you always go?
I go to the land of the Siamese,
Ceylon and the Great Plateau,
Over the seas where Sinbad sailed,
Where Moses crossed and Pharaoh failed,--
There's where I always go.
Leroy F. Jackson
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