Under 6 years Poetry

Cuckoo, Cuckoo,
What do you do?
In April I open my bill.
In May I sing night and day.
In June I change my tune.
In July Away I fly.
In August,
Go I must.

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How many miles to Babylon?
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten, sir.
Can I get there by candlelight?
Oh yes, and back again, Sir.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candlelight.

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Little Clotilda

Little Clotilda,
Well and hearty,
Thought she'd like
To give a party.
But as her friends
Were shy and wary,
Nobody came
But her own canary.

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