We are we are we
Are we are we are we are
Many in our hill.
(Ants)
I spend all my time
Picking ants up with my tongue.
It is a busy life.
(Anteater)
I sleep by day,
I fly by night.
I have no feathers
To aid my flight.
(Bat)
A very pretty thing am I,
Fluttering in the pale-blue sky.
Delicate, fragile on the wing,
Indeed I am a pretty thing.
(Butterfly)
Wingless we went in,
But we emerged as fliers —
And oh, such colors!
(Butterfly)
I have no hatchet
And yet I fell a forest
My teeth are my tools
(Beaver)
Brown are their toes,
Striped are their clothes,
Tell me this riddle
And you can pull my nose.
(Bee)
Busy craftsmen in their homes
Cluster on the honeycombs.
(Bees)
Black, but not a raven,
Horned, but not a bull,
Six legs without hoofs,
Flying and buzzing all around,
Landing and digging in the ground.
(Beetle)
My first is in chocolate but not in ham,
My second is in cake and also in jam,
My third at tea-time is easily found,
My whole is a friend who is often around.
(Cat)
He is a boastful, puffed-up fellow,
Wearing spurs, eyes gleaming yellow.
As he proudly struts about
He is in charge, there is no doubt.
(Cockerel)
Four stiff-standers,
Four dillydanders,
Two hookers,
Two lookers,
And a flip-flap.
(Cow)
Eight were standing
Two were cracking
Two were looking.
(Crab)
Raucously we caw.
Your straw men do not fool us.
We burgle your corn.
(Crow)
My first is in window but not in pane,
My second is in road but not in lane,
My third is in oval but not in round,
My whole is known as a sign of peace,
And from Noah is Ark won quick release.
(Dove)
Old Mister Puddididdle
Played in the muddy puddle,
