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Once there was a mother pig and three little pigs. The little pigs grew so fast that soon they were sent out into the world to earn their own living. The first Little
“Please give me that straw to build a house.” The man gave him the straw and he built his house.
Along came a Wolf, who knocked at the door. “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in,” he called. “No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,” said the Little
Then I’ll huff, and HI puff, and I’ll blow your house in,” the Wolf said; and he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in, and he ate up the Little Pig.
The second Little Pig went off down the road, and met a man with a large bundle of sticks, and said to him: “Please give me that bundle of sticks so that I can build a house.” The man was pleased to help him, and soon the Little Pig had built a fine house.
But along came the big Wolf, who knocked at the door and said: “Little
Pig, Little Pig, let me come in.” “No, no, not by the E_ hair on my chinny chin chin,” replied the Little Pig.
Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and, I’ll blow your house in,” said the Wolf; and he huffed and he puffed, and he blew the house in, and ate up the Little Pig.
Now the third Little Pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, “Please will you give me those bricks? I want to build a big strong house.” The man gladly gave him the bricks, and the Little Pig carefully built himself a very strong house.
He slept that night in his new house, and early next morning there was a knock on the door. It was the Wolf. “Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in,” he called. “No, no, not by the hair on my chinny chin chin,” said the Little Pig.
“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in,” and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and he huffed, but he could not blow the house in.
The Wolf was very angry, but pretended to be nice to the Little Pig, and told him about the fine turnips in Mr. Smith’s garden. He said he would call at six o’clock in the morning, and they would get some for dinner.
But the Little Pig was wise; he got up at five o’clock and dug the turnips. When the Wolf called at v ^ ^
the window, the Little Pig chuckled:
“I gathered my turnips at five o’clock, and now they are cooking.”
This made the Wolf more angry, but he said: “I know where there is a fine apple tree. Would you like to come and gather some at five o’clock to-morrow morning?”
But the Little Pig got up at four o’clock and went to gather his apples. He was up at the top of the tree when along came the Wolf.
“Let me toss you an apple,” said the Little Pig, and he threw one so far that, while the Wolf was chasing it, the Little Pig climbed down and ran home with his apples.
The next day the Wolf knocked at the door again and said: “Little Pig, would you like to go to the fair this afternoon?”
“Rather,” said the Little Pig.
“Promise to be ready, and I will call for you at three,” said the Wolf. But the Little Pig went to the fair at two o’clock, an hour before the Wolf. What fun he had, riding on the merry-go-round, and eating lollies and peanuts.
Finally, he bought a chum to make his butter, and off he went home. He was nearly home when he saw the Wolf coming up the hill.
The Little Pig was frightened, so he climbed into the chum to hide, but the chum toppled over and rolled down the hill. Faster and faster it went, and the Wolf was so scared he ran home and didn’t go to the fair at all.
Next day he went to see the Little Pig, and told him how a big round thing had rolled down the hill and scared him.
“Oh, I was inside that,” said the Little Pig, laughing.
The Wolf was terribly angry, and said: “I am coming down your chimney to eat you up.”
But the Little Pig laughed, because he had a pot of boiling water waiting. Down came the Wolf and fell right into the pot, and the Little Pig quickly popped the lid on and ended the career of the bad Wolf.
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread,
And whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
This little pig went to market, This little pig stayed at home, This little pig had roast beef,
And this little pig had none,
And this little pig cried “wee wee” All the way home.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider, and sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man, What a great man that would be!
And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea, What a great splash that would be!
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things For baby and for me.
There were comforts in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were all of velvet,
And the masts of beaten gold.
The four and twenty sailors That stood between the decks Were four and twenty white mice,
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move, The captain said: “Quack! Quack!”
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon:
The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
If I’d as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend; I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I’d as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.
Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he died he left the eldest son his mill, and the second son his ass, but the youngest son received nothing but a cat.
To his surprise, however, the cat said, “Do not be sad, master. Buy me a pair of boots and a bag, and I will provide for you and myself.”
So the miller bought the boots and a bag and gave them to the cat. Puss put some bran into the bag, and placed it in front of a rabbit’s warren. Soon a young rabbit jumped in to eat the bran and puss pulled the string. At once the cat went to the King’s Palace, and said his master had sent the rabbit as a present to his Majesty. The King was so pleased that he gave puss some money.
For many months afterwards the cat continued to catch game and take it to the King, saying each time that his master the Marquis had sent it.
One day puss heard that the king was going to take a drive with his daughter, the most beautiful Princess in the world. He asked his master to swim at a certain spot in the river.
As the King and the princess drove past, puss called out loudly, “Help-help or the Marquis will be drowned.”
The King’s guard quickly pulled the Marquis out of the water and wrapped him in one of his Majesty’s beautiful robes.
When the Princess saw him she thought he was a fine gentleman and fell in love with him at once, and asked him to ride in the carriage.
The Cat ran quickly ahead of the carriage and came to a great castle where lived a giant.
Puss knocked loudly on the castle door, which was soon opened by one of the giant’s servants.
On being asked what he wanted, the cat said, “I wish to see the giant on an important matter.”
The servant went in to place the request before the giant, and on returning told puss that the giant would grant him an interview.
On being taken to the giant the cat said, “I believe you have the power to change yourself into any sort of animal.”
“I have,” replied the giant.
“Can you change yourself into the largest animal?” enquired the cat.
“Yes,” said the giant, and at once turned into a lion.
Puss became very frightened and was about to run away, when to his relief the lion turned back into the giant again.
“Can you change yourself into the smallest animal?” asked the cat.
“I can,” said the giant, and immediately he turned into a mouse, whereupon the cat pounced upon him and ate him up. ,
Hearing the King’s carriage approaching the castle, puss ran out and cried, “Welcome to the Marquis’ Castle, your Majesty.”
The King was so delighted to find the Marquis such a rich gentleman that he gave permission for the wedding, and the Marquis was married to the Princess the very same day. The Cat became a great Lord, and ever after hunted mice only for fun.
Come, let’s to bed, says Sleepyhead; Hush-a-bye, Baby, on a tree top;
Tarry a while, says Slow; Wlien the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
Put on the pot, says Greedy-Jock, When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
Let’s sup before we go. Down will come Baby, cradle, and all.