Mole on the neck

WEATHER WISDOM
Rain before seven
Evening red
When the fog goes up the hill
When the bees all homeward fly

AIDS TO MEMORY
One, two, three, four
Naught, one
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two
Thirty days hath September

PROVERBS
Birds of a feather
He that would thrive
Little strokes
See a pin and pick it up
For every evil under the sun

PEDDLER'S CRIES
Pease porridge hot
Hot-cross buns


SOME CHILDREN'S POETS

WILLIAM BLAKE
Piping down the valleys wild