#EnglishWriters
In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like A Bishop than a Major-Gen., And nothing since has made me warl… But when this agelong struggle end…
I have a house where I go When there’s too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go,
Same old trenches, same old view, Same old rats as blooming tame, Same old dug-outs, nothing new, Same old smell, the very same, Same old bodies out in front,
A LION has a tail and a very fin… And so has an elephant, and so has… And so has a crocodile, and so has… They’ve all got tails but me. If I had sixpence I would buy one…
Where am I going? I don’t quite k… Down to the stream where the king—… Up on the hill where the pine—tree… Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail…
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum. Tiddle-id dle, tiddle-iddle, Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,
There are lots and lots of people… Like Dates and Pounds-and-ounces… And the answer’s always Sixpence… And I know they’ll think me silly… So Pooh and I go whispering, and…
There once was a Dormouse who liv… Of delphiniums (blue) and geranium… And all the day long he’d a wonder… Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums… A Doctor came hurrying round, and…
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston… A fly can’t bird, but a bird can f… Ask me a riddle and I reply Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston… Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston…
Has anybody seen my mouse? I opened his box for half a minute… Just to make sure he was really in… And while I was looking, he jumpe… I tried to catch him, I tried, I…
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother,
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
I met a Man as I went walking: We got talking, Man and I. ‘Where are you going to, Man?’ I… (I said to the Man as he went by)…
When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three,
Where the water-lilies go To and fro, Rocking in the ripples of the wate… Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King… And the faint winds shake her.