If I could save time in a bottle
the first thing that I'd like to do
is to save every day until eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if I could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
again I would spend them with you
Evening red and morning gray,
Send the traveler on his way,
Evening gray and morning red,
Bring the rain upon his head.
what is pink?
A rose is pink,
By the fountain’s brink,
What is blue? The sky is blue.
Where the clouds float through,
What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, ripe and mellow.
What is green? The grass is green,
With small flowers among,
What is orange? Why, An orange,
Just an orange.
The moon is in the sky,
It is far and high,
Let’s go to the moon,
Let’s ride a rocket and fly
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Spring is gay with flower and song;
Summer is hot and leave cold alone,
Autumn is rich with fruit and grain,
Winter snows and brings new year too.
There was a lady from Rica,
who rode with a smile on a tiger,
they returned from a ride,
with a lady inside,
and the smile on the face of the tiger.
In winter I got up at night,
And dress by yellow candle light,
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
One, two, three, four,
mary at the cottage door,
Five, six, seven, eight,
Eating cherries off a plate.
There was a young man from Leeds,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds.
Within just an hour,
His nose was a flower,
And his head was a riot of weeds.
I like honey all my life,
I paste them on my knife,
They are always very stiff,
It is hard to take them off.
There was a young man from Quebec,
who wrapped both his legs round his neck,
But then he forgot
How to undo the knot,
And now he is an absolute wreak!
Peter, peter, pumpkin-eater,
had a wife and failed to keep her
put her into a pumpkin shell
There he kept her very well!
The fair breeze blew,
the white foam flew;
the furrow followed free,
we were the first to burst—
into the silent sea.
She stood at the bridge at the midnight,
her lips were all aquiver;
she gave a cough, her leg fell off,
and floated down the river!
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And jill came tumbling after.
Under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me,
and tune his merry note unto
the sweet bird’s throat,
come hitcher, come hitcher,
come hitcher, here shall he see
no enemy
but winter and rough weather.
When the wind is in the East
It’s good neither for man nor beast;
When the wind is in the North
The skillful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south
It blows the bait in the fish’s mouth;
When the wind is in the west
Then it’s in its very best.
