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Rain
Robert Louis Stevenson
The rain is falling all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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The Rainbow
Can that fairy place be found
Where the rainbow touches ground?
Will you tell me, driver, pray,
Is it many miles away?
Somewhere there must be a spot
Shining like a coloured blot,
Pink and purple, blue and green,
Like a transformation scene.
What must all the cattle think
When the grass and flowers turn pink?
Woolly sheep, what do you do
When the daisied field shines blue?
Happy must those children be,
Who the rainbow's end can see,
Who can play and dance and sing
In the rainbow's shining ring!
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The Raindrops
Some raindrops hung from a bar,
And they couldn't tell when to drop;
"The ground," said one, "is so far,
That I'm rather inclined to stop."
"Oh," sighed another, "the art
Consists in getting much rounder."
"I'm off!" cried one, with a start
Of blank amazement and wonder.
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Resolutions
Let us try to be good and content,
Kind to each other,
Healthy and gentle and brave,
Obedient to Mother.
For of such were the heroes of old
Patient in learning,
Seldom rude, seldom cross, never cruel,
From the truth never turning.
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Responsibility
Each thought I think, each little word I say,
Goes travelling outwards far and far away,
And like a bottle drifting on the sea,
None know whereat its landing place will be.
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Ride a Cockhorse to Banbury Cross
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse.
Rings on her fingers,
And bells on her toes,
She shall have music,
Wherever she goes.
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River, River
River, river, running through the land,
Are you a traveller over foreign sand?
Are you a carrier from town to town,
River, river, as you hurry down?
Yes, I'm a carrier from town to town:
Here are ships with white sails, there are boats with brown,
What shall they bring you, what will you send?
I'll be your carrier to the land's end.
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Rub-a-Dub-Dub, Three Men in a Tub
Rub-a-dub-dub three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
Turn them out, knaves all three.
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