“Thank you, dear,” said the big black ant,
“I’d like to go home with you now, but I can’t.
I have to hurry and milk my cows—
The aphid herds on the aster boughs.”
And the ladybug said: “No doubt it’s fine,
This milk you get from your curious kine,
But you know quite well it’s my belief
Your cows are best when turned to beef.”

TOMMY, MY SON

“Tommy, my son,” said the old tabby cat,
“Go catch us some mice, and be sure that they’re fat.
There’s one family lives in the carpenter’s barn;
They’ve made them a nest of the old lady’s yarn.
But the carpenter has a young cat of his own
That is healthy and proud and almost full grown,
And consider it, son, an eternal disgrace
To come home at night with a scratch on your face.”

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OH, SAID THE WORM

“Oh,” said the worm,
“I’m awfully tired of sitting in the trees;
I want to be a butterfly
And chase the bumblebees.”

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BUZZY BROWN