Rain
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
At the Seaside
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window-sill.
Cocked his shining eye and said:
‘Aint you ‘shamed, you sleepy-head?’
