If a mouse could fly,

Or if a crow could swim,

Or if a sprat could walk and talk,
I'd like to be like him.

If a mouse could fly,
He might fly away;
Or if a crow could swim,

It might turn him grey;

Or if a sprat could walk and talk,
What would he find to say?

Sing me a song-
What shall I sing?-

Three merry sisters

Dancing in a ring,

Light and fleet upon their feet
As birds upon the wing.

Tell me a tale

What shall I tell?

Two mournful sisters,

And a tolling knell,

Tolling ding and tolling dong,
Ding dong bell.

The lily has an air,

And the snowdrop a grace,

And the sweetpea a way,

And the heartsease a face,

Yet there's nothing like the rose

When she blows.

Margaret has a milking-pail,
And she rises early;
Thomas has a threshing-flail,
And he's up betimes.

Sometimes crossing through the grass
Where the dew lies pearly,

They say "Good morrow"

By the leafy limes.

as they pass

In the garden-what in the garden? Jacob's-ladder and Solomon's-seal, And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal In the garden.