Nursery Rhymes
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Seasons Rhymes

Cold and Raw the North Wind Doth Blow

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow Bleak in the morning early, All the hills are covered with snow, And winters now come fairly.

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A Seasonable Song

Piping hot, smoking hot. What I’ve got You have not. Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot; Hot gray pease, hot.

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Under the Willow

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Put down your pillow under the willow, Hang up your hat in the sun, And lie down to snooze as long as you choose, For the plowing and sowing are […]

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Trees

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast; A tree that looks […]

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An Icicle

Lives in winter, Dies in summer, And grows with its roots upward!

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Winter

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter’s now come fairly.

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A Tree

In Spring I look gay, Decked in comely array, In Summer more clothing I wear; When colder it grows, I fling off my clothes, And in Winter quite naked appear.

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As I Was Going Down the Hill

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As I was going down the hill In front of Missus Knapp’s I saw the little Knapperines All in their winter wraps— Purple mitts and mufflers And knitted jersey caps. […]

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Winter Time

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Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, […]

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Bees

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 […]

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