have that see about “You’ll mouse? We’ll that!” will have that said the bigger one. “I mouse!” have that said the little one. “You shan’t mouse!” I told you a stormy night, before ‘twas When those two little kittens began to fight. The old woman took up her sweeping broom, And swept those kittens right out of the room. The ground was covered with frost and snow, And the poor little kittens had nowhere to go, So they both lay down on the mat by the door, While the old woman finished sweeping the floor. Tipperty Toes by Elizabeth Gould Tipperty Toes the smallest elf Sat on a mushroom by himself Playing a little tinkling tune Under the big round harvest moon And this is the song that Tipperty made To sing to the little tune he played Red are the hips and red are the haws Red and gold are the leaves that fall Red are the poppies in the corn Red berries on the rowan tall Red is the big round harvest moon And red are my new little dancing shoon Little red leaves are glad today For the wind has blown them off and away flying there They’re flying here, they’re Little red leaves are everywhere. The Fox and the Crow by Paul King A coal-black crow sits in a tree A morsel of cheese in his beak has he. A fox slinks by as sly as you please, And cunningly plots how to get the cheese. how I admire your feathers so spry, “Oh The sheen of your tail and the glint of your eye, The elegant curve of your beak sharp and long- But would I could hear your sweet voice raised in song!” And this the and quite taken in; crow’s flattered To impress the fox further he will now begin. He throws back his head, and rasping and raw, He utters a raucous, cacophonous “Caw!” With beak all agape, the cheese tumbles out, The fox snaps it up in his long pointed snout. your vanity, long as you please. “Sing, Crow, You keep your song, and have the I’ll cheese!” GRADE 3 Harvest by Dorothy Hancock
“You’ll have that mouse? We’ll see about that!” “I will have that mouse!” said the bigger one. “You shan’t have that mouse!” said the little one. I told you before ‘twas a stormy night, When those two little kittens began to fight. The old woman took up her sweeping broom, And swept those kittens right out of the room. The ground was covered with frost and snow, And the poor little kittens had nowhere to go, So they both lay down on the mat by the door, While the old woman finished sweeping the floor. Tipperty Toes by Elizabeth Gould Tipperty Toes the smallest elf Sat on a mushroom by himself Playing a little tinkling tune Under the big round harvest moon And this is the song that Tipperty made To sing to the little tune he played Red are the hips and red are the haws Red and gold are the leaves that fall Red are the poppies in the corn Red berries on the rowan tall Red is the big round harvest moon And red are my new little dancing shoon Little red leaves are glad today For the wind has blown them off and away They’re flying here, they’re flying there Little red leaves are everywhere. The Fox and the Crow by Paul King A coal-black crow sits in a tree A morsel of cheese in his beak has he. A fox slinks by as sly as you please, And cunningly plots how to get the cheese. “Oh how I admire your feathers so spry, The sheen of your tail and the glint of your eye, The elegant curve of your beak sharp and long- But would I could hear your sweet voice raised in song!” And this the crow’s flattered and quite taken in; To impress the fox further he will now begin. He throws back his head, and rasping and raw, He utters a raucous, cacophonous “Caw!” With beak all agape, the cheese tumbles out, The fox snaps it up in his long pointed snout. “Sing, Crow, your vanity, long as you please. You keep your song, and I’ll have the cheese!” GRADE 3 Harvest by Dorothy Hancock