#EnglishWriters
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…
I went into a house, and it wasn’t… It has big steps and a great big h… But it hasn’t got a garden, A garden, A garden,
A lion has a tail and a very fine… 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…
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle P… A little black nothing of feet and… And by-and-by, when his eyes came… He saw his mother, the big Tattoo… And all that he learned he learned…
There were Two Little Bears who… And one of them was Bad and the o… Good Bear learnt his Twice Times… But Bad Bear left all his buttons… They lived in a Tree when the wea…
In a corner of the bedroom is a gr… Someone lives behind it, but I do… I think it is a Brownie, but I’m… (Nanny isn’t certain, too.) I looked behind the curtain, but h…
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
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…
Wherever I am, there’s always Poo… There’s always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, “Where are you going today?” says… “Well, that’s very odd 'cos I was…
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…
I found a little beetle; so that… And I called him Alexander and he… I put him in a match-box, and I k… And Nanny let my beetle out - Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
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,
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…
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,
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight