We fell the trees with mighty strokes.
All day long our chips are flying.
The ash, the elm, the sturdy oak,
In our path you’ll find them lying.
Our ax blades are so clean and bright,
They flash as high we swing them.
We use them well from dawn till night,
Then to our shoulders bring them.
Mother Goose: Red Riding Hood is fortunate to have you to protect her.
Boy Blue: The Owl and the Pussy Cat.