I live in Tashkent. I live in Tashkent.
I live in Tashkent, that’s where I live.
FOR EVERY EVIL…
For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy or there’s none.
If there is one, try to find it;
If there is none never mind it.
GOLDEN HOUR
Golden in the garden
Golden in the glen
Golden, golden, golden
September’s here again.
Golden in the tree tops
Golden in the sky
Golden, golden, golden
September’s passing by.
By J. Keats
HANDS ON YOUR HIPS
Hands on your hips, hands on your knees,
Put them behind you if you please.
Touch your shoulders, touch your nose,
Touch your ears, touch your toes.
Raise your hands high up in the air,
To the sides, on your hair.
Raise your hands as before
While we clap one, two, three, four.
MAN IS A FOOL
Man is a fool.
When it’s hot he wants it cool.
When it’s cool he wants it hot.
He always wants what he has not.
ROADWAYS
One road leads to London,
One road runs to Wales,
My road leads me seawards
To the white dipping sails.
One road leads to the river
As it goes singing slow.
My road leads to shipping
Where the bronzed sailors go.
My road calls me, lures me
West, east, south and north
Most roads lead men homewords
My road leads me forth.
By John Masefield
WASHING UP
Sing a song of washing up
Water hot as hot
Cups and saucers, spoons and plates
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