Rhymes by Kucinta Setia
PEAR GATES | CAMPFIRE | QUAIL |
Pear Gates
One, two, three,
water three trees.
Four, five, six,
give six gates a fix.
Seven, eight, nine,
Nine pears are mine.
Campfire
Light a lamp at a camp,
a camp does not have a gamp.
Do not fuss, give a hand,
lend me wood, burn them on the sand.
Quail
My Queen, where I'd put this quail?
The nest or the pail?
Quail, the bird you love to play;
Who'll place its claws on to prey?
