It seems like a dream In the garden today The trees once so green With rich colours so gay The Oak is aglow With warm crimson blush The Maple leaves...
Summer is nigh! How do i Know? Why this very day A robin sat Upon a tilting spay And merrily sang A song of May Jack frost has fled From the rippling...
Little Robin Red Breast sat upon a tree, Up went pussy cat, and down came he, Down came pussy cat and away robin ran, Says Little Robin, "Catch me if...