Animals and Nature

How about ‘Cloudcuckooland’?

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.

The good man is the friend of all living things.

There were two blackbirds, Sitting on a hill, The one named Jack, The other named Jill; Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

Shoe the horse, shoe the mare, But let the little colt go bare.

Sing, sing! What shall I sing? The cat’s run away with the pudding-bag string.

I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Gray; I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady’s hire.

All day they hunted, And nothing did they find, But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.

There were three jolly huntsmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting Upon St. David’s Day.

In fir tar is, In oak none is. In mud eel is, In clay none is. Goats eat ivy. Mares eat oats.

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating some curds and whey. Along came a spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Hickety pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I’ve been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, Poor thing? He’ll sit in a barn, To keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And cannot tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they’ll come home, And bring their tails behind them.

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; The king of Spain’s daughter came to visit me, And all for the sake of my little nut tree.

Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross, To see a fine lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds, Baked in a pie; When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn’t that a dainty dish To set before a king? The king was in his countinghouse Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes, Along came a blackbird, And snipped off her nose.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she’ll kill you all e’en now.

High diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair: Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Let me taste your ware.”

Ding dong bell, Pussy’s in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.

This little pig went to market; This little pig stayed home; This little pig had roast beef; This little pig had none; And this little pig cried, Wee, wee, wee! All the way home.