Silly Milly Billy - Fun Rhyming Poems

The best and easy way to crack a smile on your face is only through reading some fun rhyming poems and funny English poems. The fun rhyming poem "Silly Milly Billy" help you and your kid retrace the adventure of the little girl named 'silly Billy' in different settings who is trying to seek her lost pet mole. But who knows a grumpy cat is only calm after appeasing it's hunger and after gobbling on some mice and mice like looking creatures such as moles.

"A truly fun rhyming and hilarious poem".

A laughing kid after reading a fun rhyming poem.

O silly milly Billy,

What are you doing on this little hilly,

O don't call me silly milly Billy,

I am here to seek my mole Lilly!

O my Lilly, Lilly, Lilly,

My little lovely Lilly,

sobbing down the woods,

bellowing Lilly goes 'Billy'.

O silly milly Billy,

What are you doing under this tree?

"Lilly loves hide and seek", said Billy,

Maybe she will find me!

O my Lilly Lilly Lilly,

My merry molly mole,

I have got you a new home,

I jabbed you another hole.

Have you seen my little lovely Lilly,

O grumpy dumpy cat?

burp! little lovely Lilly who?

wasn't she a rat?

O yes! silly milly Billy,

I doubted, I have a doubt,

Cough! Cough! goes the cat,

Slobbering Lilly the mole out!

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