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Sparks the charcoal throws |
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Sprinkle, sprinkle, gentle rain |
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Spring the early blossoms bringeth |
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Tis a lesson you should heed |
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The fragrant flowers are bright and gay |
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The little ball lies in my hand (2) |
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The little bird hops in the nest. |
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The little cat climbs up the tree. |
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The little frogs hop in the pond. |
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The merry frogs are blithe and gay |
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The merry mice stay in their holes |
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The mill by the rivulet evermore sounds |
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The pigeon house is open wide |
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The season's work is over |
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The showers fall as softly |
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The thirsty earth one summer day |
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The wind must blow to turn |
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This is mama, kind and dear |
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This is the way sunshine comes down |
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This little piggy went to town, |
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Thro' the streets and o'er the snow |
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star |
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Two little hands I have you see. |
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Two robin redbreasts in their nests |
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Up to us sweet child-hood looketh |
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We all go round the mulberry |
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Wearily at day-light's close. |
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Weary now the little fingers |
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WTe have put our work away |
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We lightly skip on tip toe. |
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We open now our pigeon-house |
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Wheel-barrow, wheel barrow, where etc |
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When the frosty fall approaches |
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When the morning sun so bright |
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When you're told to do a thing |
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Who has the whitest lambkins. |
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Who taught the bird to build |
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Willie, Willie come to me. |
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You are bright and pretty, too |
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You must be very tired of play |
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