What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock;
Now you come at noon.
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To succeed in life one must have the courage to pursue what he wants.
It is better to be careful and discrete than to be clever.
One who has nothing to do will be tempted to do many mischievous acts.
Those people who talk a lot and are always teaching others usually do not do much work.
A person's age is immaterial - it is only when he thinks and feels that he is ageing that he actually becomes old. | |
Those people who have a little knowledge usually talk the most and make the greatest fuss.
A person who does not get what he wants or needs is a frustrated person and will be easily provoked to rage.
A friend who helps when one is in trouble is a real friend.
Comment:
This rhyme is a riddle? Do you know what it is?
Christmas is coming,
the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man's hat
If you haven't got a penny,
a ha'penny will do
If you haven't got a ha'penny,
a farthing will do
If you haven't got a farthing
then God bless you!
Bum, bum, bailey, O!
Two to one, the barbel O!
Barbel, O!
Barbel, O!
Bum, bum, bailey, O!
Bobby Shaftoe went to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee.
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fine and fair,
Combing down his auburn hair.
He's my friend for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
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Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken
Barber, barber, shave a pig!
How many hairs to make a wig?
Four and twenty, that's enough!
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
Comment:
This rhyme is a riddle. Can you tell me how many people were going to St. Ives?
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck his thumb
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching two by two,
The little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching four by four, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching four by four,
The little one stops to shut the door
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching five by five, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching five by five,
The little one stops to take a dive
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching six by six, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching six by six,
The little one stops to pick up sticks
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching seven by seven, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching seven by seven,
The little one stops to pray to heaven
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight,
The little one stops to shut the gate
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine,
The little one stops to check the time
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching ten by ten, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching ten by ten,
The little one stops to say "THE END"And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
History:
This song/chant was popular during the Civil War and is sung to the tune "When Johnny comes Marching Home."
An apple a day
Sends the doctor away
Apple in the morning
Doctor's warning
Roast apple at night
Starves the doctor outright
Eat an apple going to bed
Knock the doctor on the head
Three each day, seven days a week
Ruddy apple, ruddy cheek
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
So early in the morning.
This is the way we wash our clothes,
wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes,
So early monday morning
This is the way we iron our clothes,
iron our clothes, iron our clothes,
This is the way we iron our clothes,
So early tuesday morning
This is the way we mend our clothes,
mend our clothes, mend our clothes,
This is the way we mend our clothes,
So early wednesday morning
This is the way we sweep the floor,
sweep the floor, sweep the floor,
This is the way we sweep the floor
So early thursday morning
This is the way we scrub the floor,
scrub the floor, scrub the floor,
This is the way we scrub the floor,
So early friday morning
This is the way we bake our bread,
bake our bread, bake our bread,
This is the way we bake our bread,
So early saturday morning.
This is the way we go to church,
go to church, go to church,
This is the way we go to church,
So early sunday morning.
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boyWho lives down the lane.