Real lemon, real lime, which would you pick every time?
Ribbons rolled, ribbons loose, hair untied, what’s your excuse?
Tip and tap, rip and rap, lip and lap. Tip, rip, lip, tap, rap, lap.
Feeling ill or feeling well, Phil will hardly ever tell.
She sells slippers, sleepers, and tiny little creepers.
Bears and beer, bears and bourbon, and bears and barley don’t mix.
Farther than further father feared.
She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Swan swam over the pond, swim swan swim; swan swam back again – well swum swan!
A big bad bear went to the fair, he drank one beer and paid the fare.