One, maybe not one Maybe you too Are wonderin' Wonderin' who Wonderful you Are wonderin' Child, child, child The child, the child Father of the sun Child
Dinosaurs lived a long time ago They were terrible lizards, don't you know? Some ate plants and some ate meat Some ate fish and some ate beasts One was
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LOBSTER QUADRILLE WITH LUCY SIMON WRITER LEWIS CAROLL "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's a porpoise close behind us
its 3 oclock in the morn im waking you for the storm a day before the day after we created laughter in a white sandy beach that we love its only you and
the words repeat Of peace on earth Peace on earth I thought how as the day had come The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song
fishing for herring fish That live in the beautiful sea And some silver and gold have we Said, Wynken and Blynken and Nod The old moon laughed and sang a song
Who am I? Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws Laid my body on a hollow altar A spectacle
I went up to the mountain Because you asked me to Up over the clouds To where the sky was blue I could see all around me Everywhere I could see all around
song, she helps me carry on I'm singing my song I sing it for the children This is a song For the children of the world In a song of peace and happiness
The birthday candles now we'll light, One for every year. Then you make a wish and blow them out, Our birthday girl (boy) so dear.
A - B - C - D - E - F - G H - I - J - K - L - M - N - O - P Q - R - S - T - U and V, W - X - Y and Z Now I know my A - B - C's Next time won't you sing
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! May the skies be blue, May the sunshine follow you The whole year through.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, The bugs are marching, Up and down my tent they crawl; Some are red and some are black, And of spiders, there's no lack, Oh, I hate
I am the eye, I go blink, blink, Yes, I am the eye and I can wink, I am the eye but I can't think, That belongs to my friend the brain. Fritter fratter
The wheels on the bus go round and round Round and round, round and round The wheels on the bus go round and round All through the town. (Roll hands over
thing whistle through the trees cos' they are still children They are still children Now their time has come and gone they are grown all to soon it seems children
a Christmas song Christmas children live in a Christmas daydream Sing a Christmas song Christmas children hunger for Christmas morning Christmas children
