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The Fly and the Humble Bee



Oranges and Lemons



Three Blind Mice




A Child's Garden of Verses



A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,

I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.


And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,

And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.


My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,

And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.


I know that, till to-morrow when I see the sun arise,

No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.


But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,

And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.


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Old Old Tales Retold  by Frederick Richardson
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dropcap image NE DAY as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.


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"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh this wheat?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.



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When the wheat was all threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who'll take this wheat to the mill?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

        "Not I," said the Duck.

        "Not I," said the Cat.

        "Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.


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She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

        "Oh! I will," said the Duck.

        "And I will," said the Cat.

        "And I will," said the Dog.

"No, no!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that." And she did.


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