What Care I

What care I how black I be?
Twenty pounds shall marry me.
If twenty won’t forty shall,
For I’m my mother’s bouncing girl.

What Are Little Girls Made Of?

What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.

What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What Are Little Boys Made Of?

What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.

What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails , and puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.

What Are Heavy

What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow;
What are brief? Today and tomorrow;
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth;
What are deep? The ocean and truth.

What A Wonderful Bird The Frog Are

What a wonderful bird the frog are
When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.

He ain’t got no sense hardly;
He ain’t got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain’t got almost.

What A Great Sea

If all the seas were one sea,
What a Great sea that would be!

If all the trees were one tree,
What a Great tree that would be!

And if all the axes were one axe,
What a Great axe that would be!

And if all the men were one man,
What a Great man that would be!

And if the Great man took the Great axe,
And cut down the Great tree,
And let it fall into the Great sea,
What a splish-splash that would be!

Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown.

Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children In their beds,
For now it’s eight o’clock.”

Weather Wisdom

Evening red and morning grey
Set the traveller on his way.
Evening grey and morning red
Bring the rain upon his head.

Weather

Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not.
Whether the weather be cold.
Or whether the weather be hot.
We’ll weather the weather,
Whatever the weather.
Whether we like it or not!

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller’s dower;
A thousand passers-by
Its beauties may espy,
May win a touch of blessing
From Nature’s mild caressing.
The sad of heart perceives
A violet under leaves
Like sonic fresh-budding hope;
The primrose on the slope
A spot of sunshine dwells,
And cheerful message tells
Of kind renewing power;
The nodding bluebell’s dye
Is drawn from happy sky.
Then spare the wayside flower!
It is the traveller’s dower.

Wash the Dishes

Wash the dishes,
Wipe the dishes,
Ring the bell for tea.

Three good wishes,
Three good kisses,
I will give to thee.

Walked By My Self

As I walked by myself,
And talked to myself,
Myself said unto me:
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,
And said to myself,
In the selfsame repartee:
Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The selfsame thing will be.