At The Seaside 海边
by R. L. Stevenson
(1)When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.
当我到海边时他们给了我一把木铲好去挖掘沙滩。
(2)The holes were empty like a cup In every hole the sea camp up, Till it could come no more.
挖成像杯状般的空洞让每个洞中的海水涌现直到它不能再涌现。
What does Little Birdie Say?
by Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892
(1)What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away, Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away.
小鸟说些什么呢？在这黎明初晓的小巢中？小鸟说，让我飞，妈妈，让我飞走吧。宝贝，稍留久一会儿，等到那对小翅膀再长硬些儿。因此它又多留了一会儿，然而它还是飞走了。
(2)What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away. Baby, sleep a little longer, Till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer, Baby too shall fly away.
婴儿说些什么，在破晓时分的床上？婴儿像小鸟那样说，让我起来飞走吧。乖乖，稍微多睡一会儿，等你的四肢再长硬点儿。如果她再多睡一会儿，婴儿必然也会像鸟儿一样地飞走。
A House of Cards 纸牌堆成的房子
by C. G. Rossetti
(1)A house of cards Is neat and small; Shake the table, It must fall.
纸牌堆成的房子洁净及小巧摇摇桌子它一定会倒
(2)Find the court cards One by one; Raise it, roof it,Now it's done;Shake the table! That's the fun.
找出绘有人像的纸牌一张一张地竖起再加上顶盖现在房子已经盖好摇摇桌子那就是它的乐趣
The Cuckoo 布谷鸟
～by Mother Goose's Nursery Rhyme
In April, Come he will, In May, Sing all day, In June, Change his tune, In July, Prepare to fly, In August, Go he must!
四月里，它就来了，五月里，整天吟唱多逍遥，六月里，它在改变曲调，七月里，准备飞翔，八月里，它就得离去了！
O Sailor, Come Ashore
by C. G. Rossetti
(Part I)O sailor, come ashore What have you brought for me? Red coral , white coral, Coral from the sea.
啊！水手，上岸吧你给我带来什么？海里的珊瑚，红的，白的。
(Part II)I did not dig it from the ground Nor pluck it from a tree; Feeble insects made it In the stormy sea.
它不是我从地下挖的，也不是从树上摘的；它是暴风雨的海裹弱小昆虫做成的。
What does the Bee do?
by C. G. Rossetti, 1830-1894
What does the bee do? Bring home honey. And what does Father do? Bring home money. And what does Mother do? Lay out the money. And what does baby do?Eat up the honey.
蜜蜂做些什么？把蜂蜜带回家。父亲做些什么？把钱带回家。母亲做些什么？把钱用光。婴儿做些什么？把蜜吃光。
A Dinosaur for Christmas
A dinosaur for Christmas
is the only thing I need.
It doesn't matter if it's slow
or one that's built for speed.
A massive one, a tiny one
or one that's in between.
A dinosaur that's muddy brown
or bright and shiny green.
I don't care if it's big and tall
or really old and ugly.
I don't care if it's rough and tough
or soft and cute and snuggly.
A spiny one will do the trick.
A scaly one is fine.
As long as it's a living, breathing dinosaur,
and mine.
I promise if you bring me one
I'll never ask for more,
That's all I want for Christmas:
just one single dinosaur.
Christmas Dinner
Fruitcake.
Candied yams.
Mincemeat.
Roasted hams.
Eggnog.
Turkey legs.
Aspic.
Deviled eggs.
Gravy.
Dinner rolls.
Take some.
Pass the bowls.
Jell-o.
Christmas punch.
Cookies.
Munch, munch, munch.
Stuffing.
Gingerbread.
Whoops, I'm
overfed!
After
such a load,
feel like
I'll explode.
Guess I'm
gonna die,
so please
pass the pie.
Dear Santa, Here's My Christmas List
Dear Santa, here's my Christmas list.
I hope you'll bring it all.
I've only asked for gifts my parents
can't find at the mall.
I'd like to have a UFO,
with aliens inside,
and maybe a Tyrannosaurus Rex
that I could ride.
A ninety-nine foot robot
is a present I could use.
I'll also need a time machine,
and rocket-powered shoes.
Please bring a gentle genie
who will grant my every wish,
and don't forget a wizard's wand,
and, yes, a talking fish.
Of course, I'll need a unicorn,
and won't you please provide
a dragon, and a castle
in the English countryside.
Of course, the weight of all these things
might cause your sleigh to crash.
If that's the case, dear Santa,
please feel free to just bring cash.
I Will Not Sit on Santa's Lap
I will not sit on Santa's lap.
You cannot make me sit on it,
and if you try I promise that
I'll throw a screaming fit on it.
I will not talk to Santa;
I am simply too afraid of him.
I'm not impressed by all the songs
and movies that are made of him.
It really doesn't matter that
he's generous and jolly too.
It doesn't matter if his chair
is decked with boughs of holly too.
It makes no difference that he's loved
from here to Ethiopia.
I cannot sit with Santa.
I've got Santa Claustrophobia.
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