Singing:

Of Speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
~Robert Louis Stevenson

A Lane:

From house to house he goes
A messenger small and slight;
And whether it rains or snows
He sleeps outside in the night.
~Country Rhyme

Mother:

Hundreds of stars in the deep blue sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.

Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
~George Cooper

The Chirrupy Cricket:

There’s a churrupy cricket as guest in my room;
He’s quiet all day, but at night in the gloom,
With a zip on the hearth and a zup at the door,
The chirrupy cricket hops out on the floor.

He’s black and he’s shiny, he’s not vary fat,
He’s sleek as the silk of my father’s tall hat;
He skates and skeedaddles on carpet and rug,
And seems an extremely well-bred little bug.

And when I’m alone in my room every night,
And the shadows have come, and the moon’s out of sight,
and the world is all silent and solemn and bare,
I’m glad that my chirrupy cricket is there!
~Martha B. Thomas

The Clock:

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Merrily sings the clock;
It’s time for work,
It’s time for play,
So it sings throughout the day.
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Merrily sings the clock.
~Author Unknown