Routledge's nursery picture book

Cover
 

Inhalt

I
6
II
12
III
14
IV
30
V
33
VII
36
VIII
38
IX
40

X
42
XI
44
XII
45
XIII
46
XIV
47
XV
48
XVI
49
XVII
50
XVIII
51
XIX
52
XX
53
XXI
54
XXII
55
XXIII
56
XXIV
57
XXV
58
XXVI
60
XXXV
74
XXXVI
77
XXXVII
78
XXXVIII
79
XXXIX
80
XL
81
XLI
82
XLII
84
XLIII
85
XLIV
86
XLV
88
XLVI
89
XLVII
90
XLVIII
92
XLIX
94
L
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Beliebte Passagen

Seite 21 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Seite 20 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Seite 16 - And far away he flew. he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing?
Seite 32 - Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Seite 21 - SIMON met a pieman Going to the fair ; Says Simple Simon to the pieman " Let me taste your ware." Says the pieman to Simple Simon, " Show me first your penny." Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Seite 19 - Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, sir, Yes sir, Three bags full.
Seite 16 - When she had eat two, she had eat a couple. There was a horse going to the mill, When he went on, he stood not still. There was a butcher cut his thumb, When it did bleed, then blood did come. There was a lackey ran a race, When he ran fast, he ran apace. There was a cobbler...
Seite 23 - Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie, When the pie was opened the birds began to sing: Was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?
Seite 28 - Who'll be the parson? I, said the Rook, With my little book, I'll be the parson. Who'll be the clerk? I, said the Lark, If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk.
Seite 26 - Then in came the Cuckoo and made a great rout; He caught hold of Jenny and pulled her about. Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow, Who fetched in a hurry his bow and his arrow. His aim then he took, but he took it not right; His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright; For the Cuckoo he missed, but Cock Robin killed!

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