Mother Goose's Bicycle Tour

Said, “This child will, I fear, be a dunce;

It’s my place to see that

She is taught to spell cat,

So come here, little sister, at once.”

This lad with compassion was smitten,

Qui vint des environs de Wittin,

He said, “I fear that

She’s too young to spell ‘cat’,

Oh do, please, first try her with ‘kitten.’”

Connaissez-vous mon père?

Connaissez-vous ma mère?

Connaissez-vous mes frères,

They are hiding in the hedge,

They are peeping o’er the ledge,

They are seeking in the grass

Veux-tu paraître?

My heart is ever true,

I wait, dear love, for you,

At this our rendez-vous,