The Cow, the friendly cow, all red and white.
I love with all my heart.
She gives me cream with all her might.
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there
And yet she cannot stray
All in the pleasant open air.
The pleasant light of day.
And blown ball the winds that pass,
And wet with all the showers.
She walks among the meadow grass,
And eat the meadow flowers.
The blind boy o, say what is that called light, Which i must never enjoy. What are the blessing for the sight, O, tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see, You say the sun shines bright; I feel him warm but how can he Make it day or night? My…
The Babies in the Wood, my dear do you know How a long time ago Two poor little children Whose names I don’t know, Were stolen away On a fine summer’s day, And left in a wood, As I’ve heard people say? And when it was night, So sad was their plight, Then sun it went down…
The merry mice stay in their holes And hide there all the day: But when the house is still at night, The rogues come out and play, They climb upon the pantry shelf, And taste all they please; They drink the milk that’s set for cream, And nibble bread and cheese. But if they chance…