“When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.”
(R.L. Stevenson in At the sea-side)
Ohey (B)
The doll that didn’t want to lay in the shopping cart
“I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played in the heath one day;
And I cried for more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.”
(Ch. Kingsley in My little doll)
Ivoz Ramet (B)
