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 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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Rock a bye, baby,
in the tree top.
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
cradle and all.
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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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