Seven sweet singing birds up in a
tree;
Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the
sea;
Seven
bright weathercocks shining in the
sun;
Seven slim
racehorses ready for a run;
Seven gold butterflies,
flittering over head;
Seven red roses blowing in a garden
bed;
Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside
them;
Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide
them;
Seven pretty little
girls with sugar on their lips;
Seven witty little boys, whom
everybody tips;
Seven nice
fathers, to call little maids
"joys";
Seven nice mothers, to kiss the
little boys;
Seven nights running I dreamt it
all plain;
With
bread and jam for supper
I could dream it all again!
The Dream of a Girl who lived at Sevenoaks, such a lovely rhyme by William B. Rands