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Page 152 - A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
Page 70 - Star light, star bright, First star I see to-night, I wish I may, I wish I might Have the wish I wish to-night.
Page 27 - If March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb.
Page 50 - One, I love, Two, I love, Three, I love, I say, Four, I love with all my heart, And five, I cast away ; Six, he loves, Seven, she loves, Eight, they both love ; Nine, he comes, Ten, he tarries, Eleven, he courts, Twelve, he marries ; Thirteen wishes, Fourteen kisses, All the rest little witches.
Page 49 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go/ Friday's child is loving and giving/ Saturday's child works hard for a living/ But the child that is born on the Sabbath Day/ Is bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
Page 167 - Theophilus Thistle, the successful thistle sifter, in gifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles, thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of his thumb, see that thou, in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles, thrust not three thousand thistles through the thick of thy thumb.
Page 198 - Rope, rope, hang butcher! Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water: Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night.
Page 159 - Did you ever tell a lie? Yes, you did, you know you did, You stole your mother's teapot lid.