I believe for every drop of rain that falls A flower grows (normally a weed). I believe that all through every night The boy's light glows (why can't they turn it off). I believe that Freddie likes to go astray And steal sweets and biscuits away, Eats them all, then wants more. He will whinge, oh he will whinge!
I believe for every treat given to Jack Poppet wants more. She will beg and beg and beg For evermore. Then she'll zoom around and round the grass and fall Fast asleep with doggy snores. Tired little fluffy dog. Dreamy snores, oh dreamy snores!
Just because 