THE WOLF AND THE GOAT

GOAT - Good morning, Mr. Wolf.

WOLF - See the fine grass down here. Come and eat with me, Mrs. Goat.

GOAT - Thank  you, Mr. Wolf. You like to eat goats as well as grass. I will stay up here.  Run along, Mr. Wolf.

WOLF - Look out, Mrs. Goat! Some day I will get you.

CHICKEN LITTLE

Chicken Little was in the garden. A leaf fell on her tail. "0h, oh," she said, "the sky is falling!"

Away she ran to find Hen Pen.

"Oh, Hen Pen," said Chicken Little, "the sky is falling!"

"How do you know?" said Hen Pen.

"Oh, I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail."

"Let us run and tell the King," said Hen Pen.

Chicken Little and Hen Pen ran till they met Duck Luck. "Oh, Duck Luck," said Hen Pen, "the sky is falling!"

"How do you know, Hen Pen?"

"Chicken Little told me."

"How do you know, Chicken Little?"

"Oh, I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail."

"I will run with you to the King," said Duck Luck.

III

Chicken Little, Hen Pen and Duck Luck ran on. Soon they met Goose Loose.

"Oh, Goose Loose," said Duck Luck, "the sky is falling!"

"How do you know, Duck Luck?" said Goose Loose.

"Hen Pen told me."

"How do you know, Hen Pen?"

"Chicken Little told me."

"How do you know, Chicken Little?"

"Oh, I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail."

"Let me run with you to the King," said Goose Loose.

Then Chicken Little, Hen Pen, Duck Luck and Goose Loose ran till they saw Turkey Lurkey.

"Oh, Turkey Lurkey," said Goose Loose, "the sky is falling!"

"How do you know, Goose Loose?" said Turkey Lurkey.

"Duck Luck told me."

"How do you know, Duck Luck?"

"Hen Pen told me."

"How do you know, Hen Pen? "

"Chicken Little told me."

"How do you know, Chicken Little?"

"Oh, I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail."

"We will run to the King," said Turkey Lurkey.

Chicken Little, Hen Pen, Duck Luck, Goose Loose and Turkey Lurkey ran till they met Fox Lox.

"Oh, Fox Lox," said Turkey Lurkey "the sky is falling!"

Fox Lox said, "How do you know, Turkey Lurkey?"

"Goose Loose told me."

"How do you know, Goose Loose?"

"Duck Luck told me."

"How do you know, Duck Luck?"

"Hen Pen told me."

"How do you know, Hen Pen?"

"Chicken Little told me."

"How do you know, Chicken Little?"

"Oh, I saw it with my eyes, I heard it with my ears, and part of it fell on my poor tail."

"I will take you to the King," said Fox Lox.

So Chicken Little, Hen Pen, Duck Luck, Goose Loose, and Turkey Lurkey ran after Fox Lox.

He took them into his den. But they never came out.

THE CAT AND THE FOX

FOX -- Good morning, friend, how are you to-day?

CAT -- I am well, thank you, Mr. Fox.

FOX -- Will you take a walk with me to-day?

CAT -- I am afraid of the dogs, Mr. Fox.

FOX -- I am not afraid. I know a hundred tricks. Dogs cannot catch me.

CAT -- I know only one trick.

FOX -- Only one? Then I must teach you some. Oh, there are the dogs! What shall we do?

CAT -- I shall climb this tree. Then the dogs cannot get me.

FOX -- What shall I do? I cannot climb. I do not know that trick.

CAT -- You see my one tricks is better than your hundred.

THE CLOUDS

White sheep, white sheep,

 On a blue hill,

When the wind stops

You all stand still.

You walk far away,

When the winds blow;

White sheep, white sheep,

Where do you go?

-- OLD RHYME

THE GINGERBREAD MAN

I

An old woman and an old man lived in a little old house. They had one little boy.

One day the old woman was making gingerbread.

"Make me a gingerbread man, mother," said the little boy.

So mother cut the gingerbread and put it in the oven. The little boy opened the oven door and  looked in. Out jumped the Gingerbread Man. Away he ran. The old woman, the old man and the little boy ran after him. On went Gingerbread Man, shouting:

"Run, run, as fast as you can, But you'll not catch the Gingerbread Man."

II

Soon Gingerbread Man met a bear.

"Where are you going, Gingerbread Man?" said the bear.

"I'm running away from an old woman, an old man and a little boy, and I can run away from you, too."

And on he went, calling, "Run, Bear, run, as fast as you can,

But you'll not catch the Gingerbread Man."

III

Then Gingerbread Man met a pig.

"Where are you going so fast?" said the pig.

"I'm running away from an old woman, an old man, a little boy and a bear, and I can run away from you, too."

"I'll run with them," said the pig.

But on went Gingerbread Man, saying;

" Run, Pig, run, as fast as you can,

But you'll not catch the Gingerbread Man."

 

IV

Then a wolf came walking by. "Where are you going, Ginger­bread Man?" said the wolf.

"I'm running away from an old woman, an old man, a little boy, a bear and a pig, and I can run away from you, too."

"Try it and see," said the wolf. And he ran, too.

But on went Gingerbread Man, shouting;

"Run, Wolf, run, as fast as you can,

But you'll not catch "the Gingerbread Man."

V

Soon Gingerbread Man was seen by a fox.

"Where are you going, Ginger­bread Man?" said the fox.

"I'm running away from an old woman, an old man, a little boy, a bear, a pig and a wolf, and I can run away from yon, too."

"What did you say, Ginger­bread Man?" said the fox. "Come a little nearer. I cannot hear you."

So Gingerbread Man came a little nearer the fox and called, "I'm running away from an old woman, an old man, a little boy, a bear, a pig and a wolf, and I can run away from you, too."

"I cannot hear you," said the fox. "Come nearer and talk in my ear."

Gingerbread Man came close to the fox's ear. And what do you think? The fox ate every bit of him.

THE BEE AND THE GOATS

I

Once a boy had three goats. One was a big goat. One was a middle-sized goat. And one was a little goat.

The boy lived near a hill. Every day he took the goats to the hill to eat the green grass.

One morning, on the way to the hill, the goats ran into a turnip field. The boy ran after the goats, but he could not get them out. So he sat down on the grass and cried.

II

Along came a cat.

"Why are you crying?" asked the cat.

"Oh, oh! My goats are in the turnip field. I ran and ran but I could not get them out," cried the boy.

"I will do it for you," said the cat.

So the cat ran after the goats, but she could not get them out. Then she sat down on the grass and cried.

III

Soon a  rabbit hopped by.

"Why are you crying? " asked the rabbit.

"Oh," said the cat, "I cry be­cause the boy cries."

"And I cry because I cannot get my goats out of the turnip field," said the boy.

"I will do it for you," said the rabbit.

The rabbit hopped after the goats, but he could not get them out.

So he sat down on the grass and cried, too.

While they sat crying, along came a fox.

"Why are you crying?" asked the fox.

"Oh," said the rabbit, "I cry because the cat cries."

"And I cry because the boy cries," said the cat.

"And I cry because I cannot get my goats out of the turnip field," said the boy.

"I can get them out," said the fox.

"Try it," they said.

The fox ran, and ran, and ran, but he could not get the goats out of the turnip field.

So the fox sat down on the grass and cried too.

V

A little bee saw them crying.

"Why are you crying?" said the bee.

"Oh," said the fox, "I cry be­cause the rabbit cries."

"And I cry because the cat cries," said the rabbit.

"And I cry because the boy cries," said the cat.

"And I cry because I cannot get my goats out of the turnip field," said the boy.

"I will get them out," said the bee.

"You, you?" they all cried. "Can a little bee get three goats out of a turnip field?"

"Watch me and see," said the bee.

Away flew the bee to the biggest goat's back. Out of the field ran the biggest goat.

Away flew the bee to the middle-sized goat's back. Out of the field ran the middle-sized goat.

Then on flew the bee to the little goat's back. And away ran the little goat out of the turnip field.

RED HEN AND THE FOX

I

Red Hen lived in a little red house. Near the house lived Sly Fox. His mother lived with him.

One day Mother Fox said: "I want a hen to eat."

"Very well, Mother," said Sly Fox, "I will get one for you. Give me a bag. Have a pot of water hot."

Then Sly Fox went to Red Hen's house.

"I'll stay here till I see her," he said.

II

Red Hen was in her garden. She saw Sly Fox.

"What shall I do?" she cried. "I'll fly up on my little house. A fox cannot fly."

When Sly Fox saw Red Hen on the house, he said, "I'll get her now."

So he ran round and round the house. It made Red Hen so dizzy that she fell off the house.

Sly Fox put her into his bag and away he ran.

III

Red Hen was so heavy that Sly Fox stopped to rest. Soon he was asleep.

"Now is my time," said Red Hen.

She took her little scissors and cut a hole in the bag. Out she jumped and found a stone. She put the stone in the bag and tied up the hole.

Then home she ran and into the house she flew.

"He'll not catch me again," she said.

IV

Sly Fox opened his eyes. Then he picked up the bag and walked off.

"This Red Hen is heavy," he said.

Mother Fox saw him coming. "The water is hot," she called. "Have you Red Hen?"

"Yes, Mother, in my bag," he said.

"Hold the bag over the pot," said Mother Fox. "Let Red Hen drop in."

Sly Fox picked up the bag. Into the pot fell a big, big stone!

SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Thy father guards the sheep.

Thy mother shakes the dream­land tree.

A little dream falls down to thee.

Sleep, baby, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep.

The large stars are the sheep.

The little stars are lambs, I guess.

The bright moon is the shep­herdess.

Sleep, baby, sleep.

-- FROM THE GERMAN

I

There was once an old woman. One day she found some money.

"I'll buy a pig," she said.

So the old woman bought a fat pig. As she was walking home with her pig, they came to a fence. The pig would not jump over.

Along came a dog and the old woman said:

But the dog would not.

Then the old woman saw a stick and she said:

II

Then the old woman called to the fire:

But the fire would not.

Then she saw some water near by, and said:

But the water would not.

III

An ox came walking by,

the old woman called:

But the ox would not.

Along came a butcher, and the old woman called:

But the butcher would not.

IV

Then the old woman took a rope and said:

But the rope would not.

A rat ran under the fence.

The old woman called:

But the rat would not.

V

Then the old woman saw a cat and she said:

"I will," said the cat, "if you'll give me a bit of cheese."

So the old woman gave the cat a bit of cheese, and then

So the old woman and her pig got home that night.
 

There was once an old goose. She had seven little goslings, and she loved every one of them.

One day she said to her little ones, " I am going to find some­thing to eat. Do not open the door while I am away. The old wolf might get in. He would eat you. You will know him by his rough voice and his black feet."

"We will not let him in, Mother," they all said. So the old goose went away.

II

Soon they heard some one at the door. A rough voice said, "Let me in, little ones. I am your mother. I have some­thing for you to eat."

"No, no," cried the goslings. "You are not our mother. You have a rough voice. You are the wolf. You want to eat us." Then the wolf ran away.

By and by he came again. This time his voice was soft. "Let me in, goslings," he said. "I am your mother. I have something for you."

But the little goslings saw his black feet under the door.

"No, no," they said. "Your voice is soft, but your feet are black. You are not our mother. You are the wolf. You want to eat us."

III

The wolf ran off again. This time he put flour on his feet. Then he came back o the door.

"Open the door, little ones," he said. "I am your dear mother. You may know me by my soft voice and my white feet."

The goslings heard the soft voice. They saw the white feet.

"Yes, yes," they all cried. This is our mother."

So they opened the door and in came a big wolf.

When the goslings saw the wolf they tried to hide.

One went under the table. One ran under the bed. One hid under a chair. One jumped into the oven. One flew to the loft.  One hopped into the big bowl. The little one flew into the tall clock.

The old wolf found all but the little one. He ate them, feathers and all.

IV

Soon Mother Goose came home. The door was wide open. Not a gosling was in sight. She looked everywhere. Then she heard a soft voice calling, "Mother, mother; here I am in the tall clock. The wolf has eaten your goslings. I am all that is left."

"Fly down to me, little gos­ling," said the mother. "Get my scissors, needle and thread. We will find the old wolf. He shall not have my little ones."

They ran as fast as they could. The old wolf was asleep by the brook.

"Sh-h-h," said the mother.

"Snip, snip," went the scissors. Out hopped the six little gos­lings.

"Sh-h-h," said the mother. "Get six stones."

They did as mother said. Mother filled the old wolf with the stones.

"Click, click," went the needle.

"Now let us hide," said the mother. "We will see what the wolf will do."

Soon the wolf opened his eyes.

"These goslings are heavy," he said. "They feel like stones. I'll g o to the brook and drink."

He stooped to drink and into the brook he fell.

Then out ran the old goose and her seven little goslings. "The wolf is dead," they cried.

"Hurrah!"