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Eleven lopping lemons
Liked licking limes
Even though limes liked licking lemons
Seven limes loved living in peace and not licking lemons
And never lets limes or lemons lick them
So went to live and lie in a lovely family’s fruit bowl
What’s that twinkle in the air
flying closer to you stood there
It’s flying as graceful as it can be
the dress that it wears sways around beautifully
A sparkling wand it holds in its hand
its wings fluttering as fast as they can
Its hair is as soft, as soft as silk
its eyes sparkle with a golden tint
The sound it makes is like jingling bells
when you see one you should never tell!
Here comes a fairy granting you three wishes
she holds a sparkly wand in her tiny hand
her twinkling eyes look you in the face
her see-through wings fluttering at a pace
you wish for a happy life with lots of friends
and a family that love you much with no end
she grants those wishes – one and two
then you hold your breath
and wish your last one
you wish to be wealthy
and capable of much
in your future that holds a lot of trust
The pencil is blunt.
Oh, his grey hair
Needs to be sharp
So that he looks good.
Who will style his hair?
Me, of course,
For I am the hair stylist
Of the pencil.
I take out my tool.
A sharpener.
This sharpener
Is like the tools used by a hair stylist.
And the pencil is sharp.
It can be used for writing.
Oh! Its hair has fallen down.
Now it’s bald.
It tries to cover its bald head.
But it can’t for it
Doesn’t have hands.
Who will do his hair transplant?
Me, of course,
For I am the one who
Does the hair transplant
For the pencil.
I take out my tool.
A sharpener.
This sharpener
Is like the tools used by
One who does hair transplants.
And at last he has hair.
Sharp, grey hair.
But the pencil will come back
After some time,
For after somebody writes something,
And it ages,
It’s hair becomes blunt.
Or it becomes bald.
It will come back to me.
For I am the one
Who takes care of the pencil’s hair.
Caterpillars, caterpillars
They are furry and they tickle me to bits
They have about 20 legs
I cannot believe my eyes
and they are SO green.
Worms, worms, worms,
Jiggle worms,
pink worms,
small worms,
big worms,
jelly worms
Why do worms live in soil?