Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace,

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go,

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for a living,

And
the child that is born on the Sabbath day,

Is
bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

On the First of
March

On the first of March, the
crows begin to search;

By the first of April, they are
sitting still;

By the first of May, they’ve
all flown away,

Coming greedy back again with
October’s wind and rain.

Spring
is Showery, Flowery, Bowery

Spring is showery, flowery,
bowery;

Summer: hoppy, croppy, poppy;

Autumn: slippy, drippy, nippy,

Winter: breezy, sneezy, freezy.

Monday
alone,

Tuesday together,

Wednesday we walk

When
it’s fine weather,

Thursday we kiss,

Friday
we cry,

Saturday’s hours

seem
almost to fly.

But of
all the days in the week, we will call

Sunday
the rest day, the best day of all.

Cut thistles in May,

They grow in a day:

Cut them in June,

That is too soon;

Cut them in July,

Then they will die.