DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS?

  Do you know how many stars
  There are shining in the skies?
  Do you know how many clouds
  Ev'ry day go floating by?
  God in heaven has counted all,
  He would miss one should it fall.

  Do you know how many children
  Go to little beds at night,
  And without a care or sorrow,
  Wake up in the morning light?
  God in heaven each name can tell,
  Loves you, too, and loves you well.

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WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO?

  Where do all the daisies go?
      I know, I know!
  Underneath the snow they creep,
  Nod their little heads and sleep,
  In the springtime out they peep;
      That is where they go!

  Where do all the birdies go?
      I know, I know!
  Far away from winter snow
  To the fair, warm South they go;
  There they stay till daisies blow,
      That is where they go!

  Where do all the babies go?
      I know, I know!
  In the glancing firelight warm,
  Safely sheltered from all harm,
  Soft they lie on mother's arm,
      That is where they go!

UNKNOWN

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  Cock crows in the morn,
    To tell us to rise,
  And he who lies late
    Will never be wise.
  For early to bed,
    And early to rise,
  Is the way to be healthy
    And wealthy and wise.

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THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

  This is the house that Jack built.

  This is the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the rat
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the cow with the crumpled horn
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
  That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.

  This is the farmer sowing his corn,
  That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
  That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the dog,
  That worried the cat,
  That killed the rat,
  That ate the malt
  That lay in the house that Jack built.