The Three Goats Billy

There were three goats.

There was Little Billy.

There was Big Billy.

And there was Biggest Billy.

They were going across the river.

They were going to eat grass and grow fat.

Little Billy went first.

"Trip-trip, trip-trip," said the bridge.

A giant under the bridge said,

"Who is tripping on my bridge?"

"I am," said Little Billy.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to eat grass and grow fat," said Little Billy.

"I will eat you," said the Giant.

"O no," said Little Billy. "Eat Big Billy. He will come soon."

"Then be off," said the Giant.

Big Billy came next.

"Trip-trap, trip-trap," said the bridge.

"Who is trip-trapping on my bridge?" said the Giant.

"I am," said Big Billy.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to eat grass and grow fat."

"I will eat you."

"O no, eat Biggest Billy," said Big Billy. "He is coming next."

"Then be off," said the Giant.

Then Biggest Billy came.

"Trap-trap, trap-trap," said the bridge.

"Who is trap-trapping on my bridge?"

"I am!" said Biggest Billy.

"Where are you going?"

"I am going to eat grass and grow fat!"

"I will eat you."

"Come and eat me, then!"

So the Giant ran out.

Biggest Billy pushed him into the river.

The three goats Billy went across the river.

They ate grass and grew fat.