Baa, baa, black sheep
My Black Hen
A Wise Owl
Rudolph,
the red-nosed
reindeer
Softly sings the donkey
Traffic lights
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
My Black Hen
A wise owl lived in a oak;
The more he saw,
the less he spoke;
The less he spoke,
the more he heard.
Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
Poetry Corner
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