"Winds blow,
Rivers flow,
Time flies and days go.
Storms sweep,
Shadows creep,
Stars shoot and fires leap.
Things sprout
All about,
Folks dash in and out.
Roads wind,
Leave behind
Us three, peace to find.
Philippe will
Sit still;
Never more seek a thrill.
Zelie knows,
So does Rose,
Philippe would rather doze
In a nook
With a book;
Some day be a cook.
All may go
To and fro,
Here, there, high and low,
But we rest
In our nest,
For east, west, home's best!"

"SOME DAY BE A COOK"


PRONOUNCING VOCABULARY

Antwerpănt'wẽrp
Brugesbrōō'jĕz
Brabançonnebrȧ-bän-sōn'
Brugèrebrü zhâr'
Charleroishär-lĕ-roi'
Chouxshōō
Choux fleurshōō flûr
Courtraikōōr-trĕ'
Dinantdē-nän'
Emileā-mēl'
Emile Epinardā-mēl' ā-pē-när'
Ghentgĕnt
Grande Placegrän pläs
Meusemūz
Monsmôns
Namurnȧ-mür'
Ostendŏst-ĕnd'
Pommepōm
Petit choux de Bruxellespĕ-tē' shōō de brük-sel'
Sambresän'-br
Tournaitōōr-nĕ'
Trompketrŏmp'-ky
Yvelleē-vĕl'

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