#EnglishWriters
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,
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,
The King’s Breakfast The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid:
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…
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…
Of all the Knights in Appledore The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom. He multiplied as far as four, And knew what nine was taken from To make eleven. He could write
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…
They’re changing guard at Bucking… Christopher Robin went down with… Alice is marrying one of the guard… “A soldier’s life is terrible hard… Says Alice.
Where am I going? I don’t quite k… Down to the stream where the king—… Up on the hill where the pine—tree… Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail…
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…
What shall I call My dear little dormouse? His eyes are small, But his tail is e-nor-mouse. I sometimes call him Terrible Joh…
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 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…
I have a house where I go When there’s too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go,
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