LifeLife can be good,Life can be bad,Life is mostly cheerful,But sometimes sad.Life can be dreams,Life can be great thoughts;Life can mean a person,Sitting in court.Life can be dirty,Life can even be painful;But life is what you make it,So try to make it beautiful.

The Swing(1)How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do. (2)Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, River and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside---- (3)Till I look down on the garden green Down on the roof so brown---- Up in the air I go flying again Up in the air and down!

Love is Like MagicLove is like magicand it always will be,For love still remainslife's sweet mystery.Love works in waysthat are wondrous and strangeAnd there's nothing in lifethat love cannot change!Love can transformthe most commonplaceInto beauty and splendorand sweetness and grace.Love is unselfish,understanding and kind,For it sees with its heartand not with its mind.Love is the answerthat everyone seeks...Love is the languagethat every heart speaks.Love can't be bought,it is priceless and free,Love, like pure magic,is life's sweet mystery!

SpringSpring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The palm and may make country houses gay,Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,Young lovers meet, old wives a sunning sit,In every street these tunes our ears do greet,Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!Spring! the sweet Spring!

Don't wait!Don't wait for a smile to be nice. Don't wait to be loved, to love. Don't wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend. Don't wait for the best job,to begin to work. Don't wait to have a lot, to share a bit. Don't wait for the fall,to remember the advice. Don't wait to have time, to be able to serve. Don't wait for anybody else's pain, to ask for forgiveness... ...neither separation to make it up. Don't wait! Because you don't know how long it will take.

RememberDon’t wait for what you want to come to you ,Go after it with all that you are .Knowing that life will meet you halfway ,　Don’t feel like you’ve lost .When plans and dreams fall short of your hopes ,Anytime you learn something new about yourself or about life ,You have progressed .Don’t do anything that takes away from your self-respect ;Feeling good about yourself is essential to feeling good about life .Don’t ever forget how to laugh or be too proud to cry .It is by doing both that we live life to its fullest .

The reaperBehold her,single in the field,Yon solitary Highland Lass!Reaping and singing by herself;Stop here,or gently pass!Alone she cuts and binds the grain,And sings a melancholy strain;O listen!For the vale profoundIs overflowing with the sound.No nightingale did ever chauntMore welcome notes to weary bandsOf travellers in some shady haunt,Among Arabian sands:No sweeter voice was ever heardIn spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,Breaking the silence of the seasAmong the farthest Hebrides.Will no one tell me what she sings?Perhaps the plaintive numbers flowFor old,unhappy,for-off things,And battles long ago:Or is it some humble lay,Familiar matter of today?Some natural sorrow,loss,or pain,That has been, and may be again!Whate'er the theme,the maiden sangAs if her song could have no ending,I saw her singing at her work,And o'er the sickle bending;I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I boreLong after it was heard no more.

LONG, LONG AGOWinds through the olive treesSoftly did blow,Round little BethlehemLong, long ago. Sheep on the hillside layWhiter than snow;Shepherds were watching them,Long, long ago. Then from the happy sky,Angels bent low,Singing their songs of joy,Long, long ago. For in a manger bed,Cradled we know,Christ came to Bethlehem,

A RED, RED ROSEO my luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June;O my luve is like the melodie,That's sweetly played in tune.As fair thou art, my bonie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I will luve thee still, my dear,Till a' the seas gang dry.Till a' the sea gang dry, my dear,And the rock melt wi' the sun;And I will luve thee still, my dear,While the sands o' life shall run.And fare thee weel, my only luve,And fare thee weel a while;And I will come again, my luve,Tho's it were ten thousand mile!