Saturday new, and Sunday full,
It never was fine, and never wool.
Red sky at night, is the shepherd's delight,
Red sky at morning, is the shepherd's warning.
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
And never, never, come again.
Rain, rain, rattle stone,
Pray, hold up till I get home.
If the cat washes her face o'er the ear,
'Tis a sign that the weather'll be fine and clear.
A robin red-breast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
A skylark wounded on the wing,
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou shalt grow fat.
If you want to live and thrive,
Let a spider run alive.