#EnglishWriters
Ernest was an elephant, a great bi… Leonard was a lion with a six foot… George was a goat, and his beard w… And James was a very small snail. Leonard had a stall, and a great b…
When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thi…
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,
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.
Between the woods the afternoon Its fallen in a golden swoon, The sun looks down from quiet skie… To where a quiet water lies, And silent trees stoop down to the…
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not to be wondered at; He gets what exercise he can
What is the matter with Mary Jane… She’s crying with all her might an… And she won’t eat her dinner– rice… What is the matter with Mary Jane… What is the matter with Mary Jane…
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother,
I had a penny, A bright new penny, I took my penny To the market square. I wanted a rabbit,
I often wish I were a King, And then I could do anything. If only I were King of Spain, I’d take my hat off in the rain. If only I were King of France,
Little Boy kneels at the foot of… Droops on the little hands little… Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! Christopher Robin is saying his p… God bless Mummy. I know that’s ri…
There’s sun on the river and sun o… You can hear the sea if you stand… There’s eight new puppies at Roun… And I saw an old sailor with only… But everyone says, “Run along!”
There are lions and roaring tigers… and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus,
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…
Whenever I walk in a London stree… I’m ever so careful to watch my fe… And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready…