Bounding over one\'s steps,
Not far falls a tree with apples,
With the worm that gets the bird early
Here a bush in the hand is worth two birds,
At the end one comes to the road
Where the other is greener than the side of grass
Here one can cure an ounce of prevention with a pound of worth,
The rope at my end,
Like haystacks finding needles, and wind in the farts
In time nine saves a stich
And a pot of gold ends with a rainbow