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قراءة كتاب Mother Goose The Original Volland Edition
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 3
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them. |
Little Nanny Etticoat In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands The shorter she grows. |
Jack, be nimble; Jack, be quick; Jack, jump over the candlestick. |
Pretty John Watts, We are troubled with rats, Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice, too, in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay And nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse? |
I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done. |
Hush-a-bye, Baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumbles cradle and Baby and all. |
Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat Tied to one side; And he shall have little dog Tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride To see his grandmother. |
Dickery, dickery, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Dickery, dickery, dock. |
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, and T, U, V, W, X, and Y and Z. Now I've said my A, B, C, Tell me what you think of me. |
The little robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found. The air is cold, the worms are hid; For robin here what can be done? Let's strow around some crumbs of bread, And then he'll live till snow is gone. |
Little Tommy Tittlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches. |
About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive, About the bush, Willie, I'll meet thee alive. |
Bah, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full; One for my master, One for my dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the |