Läskiga engelska rim
Birds of a feather flock together,
Rats and mice will have their choice,
For want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For want of a horse the rider was lost,
For want of a rider the battle was lost,
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
Good night, sleep tight,
Wake up bright
In the morning light
To do what's right
With all your might.
No doors there are to this stronghold --
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
In Spring I look gay,
Decked in comely array,
In Summer more clothing I wear;
When colder it grows,
I fling off my clothes,
And in Winter quite naked appear.
Solomon Grundy,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
When the wind lies in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast;
When the wind lies in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind lies in the south,
It blows the bait in fishes' mouths;
When the wind lies in the west,
Then 'tis at the very best.
