Willie the Whistling Giraffe

Williethe Whistling Giraffe and OtherWorks

By Margaret Wise Brown

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ABSTRACTION IN COLOR

Shout red Sing blue Laugh green Smile yellow

Whoa - black

Another Story

Once there was a little boy and his mother and father weren’t there and so the little boy belonged to HIMSELF. He was the little boy’s little boy

He could do anything he wanted to do all day long because he let himself do it.

He got up one summer morning when the sun was shining and he didn’t put on any clothes. He ran barefoot through the cool wet grass and he walked barefoot through the hot yellow sand and he walked barefoot into the big wet ocean.

The sun shone on him and kept him warm and the wind blew him and kept his cool. And at night he looked at the stars all night.

And he saw the moon come up and the moon go down. And the sun came up and he heard the first birds and he slept in the morning sun.

And in the afternoon he caught a horse. And he went home with the horse and some sheep. And the little boy slept in the hay and he liked the smell of it.

The End for the Moment.

When the sun went down everyone ran home. Home to a nest and home to a hole, home in the air and home in the sea, In a house or a log or a leaf or a tree Wherever might a home be?

The bug had a home in a hole in a log And Bzzzzzzz he crawled there

The fish had a home by a big west stone And Swish she darted there

The Rabbit had a home in a hollow tree And Lippity Clip He ran there

The pig had a home in a pig pen She was there already

Daddy Long Legs lived in the grass They hide somewhere out of sight and they are at home

A Snail lives in her own shell And when she pulls her head in, she is at home

The Bird had a home in a nest of twigs Hidden from eyes that see Behind a branch, behind a leaf, Near the top of the maple tree

The LIon had a home in a big dark cave Alone in a home of stone And he went there

The Dog had a home in a Dog House Out behind the barn Where he slept with four little brothers And they all kept each other warm And he went there

The child was at home in a house Then night came on without a sound A big dark shadow all around Lights turn on and fireflies Flick their bright electric eyes

THE BAD LITTLE BUNNY

Once there was a bad little bunny. He was bad in every way. He liked to be very dirty. He thumped when other bunnies were listening. He kicked his friends.And threw his carrots up in the air, and rolled and rolled around in the dirt.

And the sun and the wind and the moon and the stars said, “He’s too dirty.”

“He’s dirty as a Pig's foot Dirty as Mud Pies, Dirty as a Dump, Dirty as Grubby Hands, Dirty as a Dirty Face, Dirty as a Chimney Sweep, Dirty as Dirt!

So when he went to kick a little hedgehog the sun shone on his foot and the sun felt so good and warm on his fur toes that he just left his foot halfway up in the air for a while to feel the sun. And when he threw his carrots up in the air, the wind blew them away!

And when he thumped when other rabbits were listening, the moon shined so brightly That the bad little bunny stopped thumping to look at the bright, bright moon and he was quiet as the stars and moon shone down on him and he fell sound asleep on the grass as he listened to the sounds of the night. When the sun came up the next morning, the morning dew had turned the very dirty, bad little bunny into a very clean little bunny!

He was Clean as a daisy Clean as a snowflake Clean as a pear blossom Clean as a fresh sheet Clean as ice Clean as crystal Clean as a whistle!

And he liked being clean! And he stopped thumping when other rabbits were listening, And he didn’t kick his friends, Or throw his carrots in the air. He just stopped and hopped around in the sunshine.

And the sun and the wind and the moon and the stars said, “What a Good Little Bunny!”

THE BIRTHDAY BOOK

Or Believe it or Not

Or “And One to Grown On”

Once there was a little boy named Louis Ripley. And here he is. He was two years old.

But the very next day when he woke up in the morning he was going to be three because the next morning would be September 15th and that day was his. It was his birthday and they were going to give him a party with other children who would come to eat his cake. Now Louis didn’t want a party. He was too little to enjoy playing with strange children all of a sudden and all at once. They made him feel shy. So he said, “I don’t want children at my party.”

“Well, you can’t have a party all by yourself,” said his mother. “You have to invite some others before it is a party. Who do you want to come to your party?” His mother was very busy washing the dishes and she didn’t quite her what Louis said. But she said anyway, “All right, if that is what you want, you go and invite them.”

And off went Louis to the barn where everything he liked most was. The first thing he wanted to come to his birthday party (for he didn’t want children at his birthday party) was the tractor.

His very own dear John Deer Tractor Then he invited the manure spreader. And the silo. And the ground buster. And the truck. And a woodpecker. And for his birthday he asked them to give him some mice for his cat Sandy.

Then his father came home that night and said, “Well, how is the party coming along? Are all the guests invited?” They certainly are,” said his mother. And she told him who and what Louis wanted to come.

Well why not,” said his father. “It’s his birthday.” And that very next day Was Lulu’s Birthday.

THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Everyone has a birthday. The stars come up over the tree tops at the same place at the very same time only once a year. And when the same star come up in the same place that it came up the moment you were born it is your birthday.

And there was a funny thing about Rip and Sally. They were born in the same house. So they had the same birthday.

BIRTHDAYS IN THE WOODS

One spring deep in the woods, the animals all got born. A worm

A bee

A wild pig And, of course, A Little Rabbit.

The next spring they all had a birthday because they had been born for a year and each got a birthday present. A present, of course, is something you want.

The little worm was one year old.

Here comes a little worm Squirming, squirming, squirm Happy birthday, little worm You'll get your present soon BOOM!

A worm is having a birthday. "Happy birthday, Worm," said his mother. "Squish," said the little worm. He squished his thanks.

Here comes a little bee A buzzing busy bee Happy Birthday, little bee You'll get a present soon BOOM!

A bee was having a birthday. All the bees were flying around him with presents – 20 to 29 presents, usually pollen. But his mother had the biggest present. She was flying with it from a long ways off.

Happy Birthday! The little bee reached forth his five feet to take it (he stood on his sixth foot). It was a SNAPDRAGON The little bee buried his face in it and buzzed his thanks.

Here comes a little squirrel his tall a-twitch and a-whirl Happy Birthday, little squirrel You'll get your present soon BOOM!

A squirrel was having a birthday What would a squirrel like for his Birthday? (Picture of a nut)

And that is just what he got, three of them.

"Crack a nut," said his mother

"Crack a nut," said his father

"Crack a nut," said his sister

“Nuts so much and nuts so often”, chatted the little squirrel He chattered his thanks.

Here comes a little wild pig Jiggetty, Jigetty, Jig Happy Birthday, little pig You'll get a present soon BOOM!

A pig was having a birthday - a little wild pig. "Happy Birthday, dear pig," said the Mother Pig "Here is a birthday present" (Oink Oink Oink)

What could it be? A birthday present for a pig, of course, is something a pig would like. What do you think it was?

The little pig grunted “Wump Wump Wheeeeee!”

They brought him a swamp of sun-warmed dirt to get dirty in! The little wild pig squealed his delight, and his thanks.

Here comes a little rabbit

If he sees a carrot he'll grab it Happy Birthday, little rabbit You'll get a present soon BOOM!

A little rabbit was having a birthday with a hop, skip and a jump he arose in

Thanks for the mud and the dirt

Thanks for the snapdragon

Thanks for the big carrot

And thanks for the swamp and the sun "And thank you again for the carrot" said the little rabbit before anyone could grab it away from him.

THE BLACK SAIL

Some bright day A ship will come Black sails cutting The rising sun Voyage ended That was begun

BOATS

The boats on the river Go puffing away, Cutting the waters They sail through the day

With a chug and a pug They pull their loads Through the wet water Without any roads

Then they blow all their whistles

At the end of the day And heading for home They steam up the bay

A BOOK OF PHOTOGRAPHS

Plan for the book. Different photographs of one child on the left hand page are always in the air. Left Page

First he thought the cat would talk to him. Not a word. Facing Right Page

The cats talked to each other.

Then he thought the bids would talk to him. Not a word. The birds talked to each other.

He tried to talk to the dog. Not a word. Dogs just look and bark.

So in the bathtub he talked to himself.

The Raccoons looked as though they could talkBut they didn’t. Not a word.

So he tried to talk to a squirrel. Not a word.

The squirrel just chattered a lot of chatter, etc.

Ideas for continuity of a book of photographs for 2 and 3 year olds

Family album of animals and people - Families, in their houses, of birds, cats, regular people, horses, dogs, fish, monkees, pandas, seals, penguins. A jingle dwelling simply on a rhymed enumeration of family

A photograph book of toys doing the familiar things that a child might do, Something on a modern interpretation of the house that Jack built or one little two little three little Indians Chickadee fly away Once there was a little kitty.

THE BOY’S SONG

I fly like a flea and an angel.

I bite like a flea and an elf.

But really when you come to inspect me,

You will find I’m my little round self.

THE BOYS WHO FLEW AWAY

A Dream

Two little boys one summer night Flew out of the window

And out of sight

One summer night They flew away to a cloudy sky Above the world Away up high

Where huge clouds go wailing by Among the stars Where no birds fly And there on a cloud the boys would lie Sailing all over the windy sky

Until they woke up to a summer day And found they had dreamed the night away.

BRIGHT YELLOW STREAMLINER

This is a Bright Yellow Streamlined Train, The Whiz of the West. If you are going to think about a train you might just as well think of the newest train, the shiniest train, the swiftest train, the cleanest train, a dream train that is a real train -the most streamlined train that cuts the wind. A Bright Yellow Streamliner that is nine cars long.

The Whiz of the West. Shaped like a bullet to cut the wind. If you are hungry, walk through the train to a door that opens for you by itself and lets you into a pink corridor with red roses painted on it.

Again your own electricity shoots ahead of you and another door flies open into a dinging-car of shiny glass and big windows and plenty of lamb-chops. Again when you leave the dinging-car the door flies open by invisible electricity and again you are in the pink corridor with red roses painted on it only this time you come into a Bar Room where children can't go, The Nugget Bar.

And into compartments and Roomettes and Bathrooms and into Upper berths up a ladder to your own bed on the Bright Yellow Streamliner. The Upper berths have windows and into Lower Berths with big windows and turn off the lights and look out into the swift moving night you sail through.

The next day and the night is gone, the bed is gone, and there you sit and rush through the day. The sun goes down and the moon comes up and the train whistles through the night. Everyone lies down to sleep and rushes headfirst down the track. Sunrise in the East The sun set in one country and rose in another.

The next day it was Spring and the train pulled into strange new cities and left them and came on strange people with dark eyes and red skin and left them.

You are asleep - - only all this time "you" are a little boy traveling on a train for the first time in your life - - you dream - here as elsewhere. A little old Western Train came through the night on the same track long ago. The buffalos are black spots on the great plain. The Highwaymen waiting their horses whinny and rear they hold up the train and gallop away back into a long time ago for it was all a dream, dreamed by a little boy in an upper berth whose dog is asleep in the baggage car.

The dream is over. The robbers are gone into another West and into the stories of another time a long time ago.

Here comes the Bright Yellow Streamliner the Whiz of the West sailing Through the bright western daylight over plains and mountains and rivers and hills over bridges and through tunnels throughout mountains through cloudbursts

through dust storms through nights and days

Until it has gone as far across this big land As it can go and it has to stop because it comes to The Pacific Ocean all blue with seals in it And there is no more land to rush across to the West So the Train Turns Around And heads for the Atlantic Ocean - - - miles away. To the East.

BUG'S POEM

Grass is green And tall and high And I am a bug Looking up grass blades Towards the sky A striped sky Striped with grass Where green striped Grass striped White clouds Pass Beyond the high long Straight green grass

THE BUTTON BOOK

(Idea for a book)

Stories about a Richman (King Midas)

Poorman Beggarman

Thief (thief of Baghdad; Robin Hood)

Doctor Lawyer Merchant Chief (fireman or Indian)

Soldier

Sailor (Sinbad the sailor; ancient mariner) Butcher Bailer

Richman (the streamlined pig) Poorman Beggarman

Thief (Jessie James)

Count your buttons and choose your story

CATS FROM STORY BOOKS

When the wind blew The cats came home Even the cat who walked alone; Millions of cats and Sneakers and Mittens, Sakimura and the Three Little Kittens. Along came the cat that swallowed a mouse And Copy Cat and a cat with a grouse And Dick Whittington's cat who had walked a mile Past the Cheshire Cat with the fading smile And the Owl and the Pussy Cat who went to sea And the kitten that swallowed a bumble bee Then the Cat and the Fiddle played a tune And Puss in Boots jumped over the moon; And the Hallowe'en cat began a spat And scratched the eyes of the Clever Cat And that was that!

THE CHILDREN'S CLOCK

Once upon a time there was a clock-Tick tock tick tock, a most ridiculous clock. Summer and winter - it never stopped, tick tock ten o'clock tick tock eleven o'clock tick tock tick tock, a most ridiculous clock.

It was a very good clock for the people who could read the numbers on it and knew what the numbers meant. But for children it was no good, because they didn't know what numbers meant. It was the most ridiculous clock to them, the tick was the same as the tock and what was the difference between two and ten o'clock?

But one day there were some children who said, We will make a clock for ourselves that will tell us what we want to know. So they began with a big circle for the day. They asked where on the clock was at seven o'clock. For at seven o'clock they woke up and got up from their beds, and they would paint a picture of a bed at seven o'clock. They would paint a picture that looked like the early morning, with the sun showing through a window, on the spot where it said seven o'clock. Then, said the children, is there breakfast time? And the grown-ups showed them a place between seven and eight o'clock that was breakfast time. They moved the short hand there by moving the long hand halfway around the clock. And on that spot where the short hand pointed to between seven and eight, they drew a picture of a glass of orange juice, an egg, and a dish of cereal, on the breakfast table.

Then we must draw a picture of the Nursery School, they said. And they drew a picture of their school, with children in it and smoke coming out of the chimney. And after that they painted a picture of blocks and books and paintings. Then at noon they painted their lunch on the spot that said twelve o'clock, right at the tip top of the clock. And so they went right through their day on the clock until they came back at seven o'clock at night, when they put another window by the bed, with stars showing through to show that it was night. For they got up at seven o'clock in the morning with the sun shining in their window, and they went to bed at night with the moon and the stars shining in their window.

Then the grown-ups showed them how the short hand of the clock went all around the face of the clock while they were asleep at night. It went from seven o'clock at night all the way around to seven o'clock in the morning, and took just as long to get around at night as it took in the day. That was how long the night was- as long as it took the shorthand of the clock to get from the picture of the bed back to the picture of the bed. Only the children were asleep all this time and never knew. But the long hand had to go around the face of the clock twelve times during the night. It had to go all the way around the face of the clock, from the top of the clock back to the top of the clock once every hour. It was a very busy hand.

And that was how the children made their own clock, a clock that they could read. Tick Tock Tick Tock, a most pictorial punctual clock! Lunch o'clock and play o'clock and bed o'clock to the same tick tock as the most ridiculous grown-up clock. But it was not very long, not even a year, before the children could read the numbers on every clock themselves and know what the numbers meant.

THE COLOR NOISY BOOK

Noises - Colors

The crackle of a fire - Red

The lapping of water - Blue

The fall of rain - Gray

The crash of thunder - Black

The popping of popcorn - White

The wind in the willows - Green

The sound of the ice cream man - Pink

The song of a canary - Yellow

The wail of a train in the night - Purple

The tick-tock of a grandfather’s clock - Brown

COUNT THE SHEEP

A gentle flock of sleepy sheep That slowly pass Knee deep in grass And never keep in line Count the sheep Count the sheep One at a time, One at a time.

THE COWBOYS ARE COMING TO TOWN

Late in the summer as the sun went down, the cowboys were coming to town. Far across the prairie, you could hear them coming.

(Sounds of horses feet. SONG- growing louder as it comes nearer. First, just music, then, horse sounds emerge from the music, 'Get Along Little Doggies" or "We're Heading for the Last Round Up".)

Nearer and Nearer they came until you could see the white of their horses' eyes and the smoke from their horses' nostrils, in the cool Summer evening air.

(Whoopee and yippies and cowboy yells)

They all crowded into the house that had the best food in town and for a while there was silence while they ate; while their horses stomped outside under the Summer stars. They they watered and fed their horses and went to a Cowboys' Dance.

(Cowboys' Dance music and songs)

There was a little more silence that night, as they slept in beds with linen sheets for the first time in three months. Up till now, they had been sleeping under the stars on the great Western plains, but now they slept quietly in the night.

They awoke in the morning with a shout, just as the sun burst red above the distant hillsThis was the day of The Great Round Up!

DAISY CLOVER PUSSYWILLOW BROWN

Once there was a little brown rabbit named Daisy Clover Pussywillow Brown who went out into the woods to pick spring flowers, but she always smelled them first before she picked them. Since she was quite near the ground, this was not hard for her to do. First she smelled a big, fluffy, yellow, powdery dandelion. Kerchoo! Her face was all yellow and she sneezed and sneezed until her whiskers waved in the wind.

Hippity Hop, Hippity Hop, two paws up and two paws down. She hopped and hippityed on through a wild forest of flowers until she came to a great green plant deep in the swamp, the greenest thing in all the spring. It was a skunk cabbage. And you can imagine for yourself whether Daisy Clover Pussywillow Brown picked that! But beside the skunk cabbage she saw some little purple flowers blooming, and those she smelled and those she picked.

She saw some little white flowers blooming, and those she smelled and those she picked. And then way above she saw some little soft gray things clinging to a branch. They were pussywillows. And she fell asleep under the pussywillow bush and dreamed they all began to purr and she woke up.

Then she picked a daisy and went home.

(Picture note: when it says “picked” you see her eating the flowers up. The little purple flowers are sorrel. The little white ones, sweet clover or white violets.)

THE DAY BEFORE I MET YOU

The day before I met you The sky was Cobalt blue The trees were green The birds were still The day before I met you

The day before I met you My feet were heavy too - heavier than my shoe My hands were cold My thoughts were old The day before I met you

And then that day I met you That glorious golden sky As you walked in My hair rose up My heart was beating too I knew your face I had dreamed your eyes Before the day I met you

Blue as the skies cyclonic Blue as a gin and tonic Blue as the dark Peconic I had dreamed of eyes so blue They were in this world The day before I met you

The day before I met you The earth was flat as flat I loved a dog Felt sorry for a frog And owned a pussycat And I never dreamed then that My dreams would suddenly all come true The day before I met you

DREAM OF A WORLD

Dream of a world as white as snow Where little rabbit footprints go Hopping through the powdery snow, Powdery snow, powdery snow, whoa!

THE DREAMING CHILD

“The Uncaught Flying Child”

Once there was a child who never woke up unless he wanted to. Why should he when the slightest raindrop made him dream of raindrops wetter than other raindrops, snowflakes quieter than other snowflakes and sunlight that made a blazing secret of the world in a hot silence no car could run through, no sound of brakes could jar. The boy could dream suddenly walking along roads or climbing stairs and taking a bath. No one ever had to sleep to dream. That is a Fairy Tale called reality that grown people hopefully repeat to each other over and over until it sounds like the truth. But this boy could dream forwards and back.

THE EAGLE

There once was an eagle flew down to the ground Where smaller birds fluttered around and around.

"The eagle is bald," the brown sparrows cried. "Can this be the bird near the sun that we spied Swooping and soaring with daring and pride?"

"Let's hear him sing," sang the meadow lark. Said the owl, "Can he see mice in the dark?" "Another fowl," said a turkey padding by. "Why should an eagle lord over all the sky? He is no bigger or heavier in heaven than I."

"Why should we admire this bird?" said the condor. "I can fly higher and stronger up yonder."

The birds continued to twitter and stare Until the eagle took off and returned to the air. He showed himself to be a great eagle up there.

FAREWELL TO THE LITTLE BUSHES

Or FOR LITTLE TREES STILL NEAR THE GROUND

Oh little trees Green from the ground So young

Such tender trees Still bushes in this world Still young so near the ground From which they spring.

Little trees you must go Into the sky You will grow High up there In the air so far from the ground Around you now so fragrant The swift green shoots Your little brothers Starting up like wild flowers All around.

Little trees You must go You must grow Into the sky And never come down To earth again Until you die.

Goodbye small bush You tender tree O tender tree Goodbye

THE FIND IT BOOK

Find the hole where the STITCH IN TIME WOULD SAVE NINE.

Find the child who HAD HIS CAKE AND ATE IT TOO.

Find the LITTLE PITCHER WITH BIG EARS.

Find me the boy who is BRAVE AS AN INDIAN. Find the STICK AND STONES THAT BROKE HIS BONES. Find the NAMES THAT NEVER HURT ME.

Find GEORGIE PORGIE.

Find the CROOKED MAN WHO WALKED A CROOKED MILE. Find THE COW THAT JUMPED OVER THE MOON.

Find THE PIG WHO WENT TO THE MARKET. Find THE PIGGY WHO HAD NONE. Find JACK SPRAT.

Find THE WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. Find the HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE Find THE MAN IN THE MOON. Find yourself.

THE FISH AND THE FAIRY

Once there was a fairy, a little girl fairy, and she cam to a side black river. It was such a wide black river that she couldn't fly across it. For she was just a little girl fairy and she hadn't flow for very long, and she hadn't flown very far, and she hadn't flown very high. She was just a little girl fairy. So when she came to the river she stood on the green, green bank and made a wish.

I wish I wish

There'd come a fish

Who would sail me across

As fast as a swish.

No sooner had she made her wish than she saw a great circle spreading across the water. The great circle started as a little circle and grew wider and wider too. Then out of the smallest circle that was just beginning to spread across the water. Out popped a fish, a silver fish out of the black water. And the little fairy had got her wish.

She flew to the fish's back and sitting with her wings in the air and her tiny, tiny white feet in the water the fish swam with her across the black river to the greener woods on the other side. As they went along the fair sang a song. The fish couldn't sing. The fair sang.

"As

I glide, as I glide

Through the waters at my side

I sing my song

To the things the waters hide."

With this song she kept the dark creatures who lived in the deepest parts of the river from coming up to make faces at her. For some of them did not like fairies or any of the creatures of the light and air.

When the fairy came to the other bank she gave the little fish two small red fins, as a present from the fairies to make flying jumps out of the water with. And from this time on little silver fish with red wings make flying leaps out of the rivers and are called flying fish. And that is why to this day in some countries the people make wishes on flying fish.

THE FROZEN BUMBLEBEE

The little bee froze

When the white frost came Froze in his bumblebee fur.

Lay on his back with his legs in the air Quiet his wings Quiet his purr And the stir in the fields

And his loving rumble From flower to flower

Empty the air and cold, and still No buzz from the bumble-bee

FUNNY BUNNY

Once there was a little black Rabbit named Funny Bunny. He had never seen the world or anyone in it because he had always been under a tree stump deep in the ground. One day he popped out from under his tree stump and off he went to see the world and find another little rabbit to play with.

"Come home when you get sleepy," called his mother, who was eating a root. Lippety-clip and skippety-quick, off chased Funny Bunny, this way and that, looking for another rabbit.

He met a turtle.

"Come out and run faster," called the little Bunny. "Don't crawl about in your hole. I left my tree stump miles behind and here I go thumping and jumping about in the sunlight."

"Get on with you. And know a rabbit when you see one! A rabbit-shelled-rabbit! Get on with you. BOO!"

And he popped his head back in his shell. And on went Funny Bunny looking for a rabbit.

A grasshopper hopped up to him.

"Are you a grasshopper?" asked the grasshopper, who was a very young green grasshopper. "No," said Funny Bunny. "I'm a bunny."

The grasshopper jumped over his head and jumped away. He was looking for another grasshopper.

And the Bunny went on his way till he met a young bull. The young bull wasn't very big and he was frisking about in a field. Here was a frisky little (thing) animal to play with, some(thing) one as frisky as himself. The little bull jumped sideways. The little rabbit jumped sideways.

And they both ate grass.But when the sun went down the bull ran home to his supper. And there was the little rabbit alone with the lightning bugs.

Then the bunny ran on and on, past rocks and a baby fox and over moles and past holes and under owls and past everything that crawls and creeps and prowls in the dark.And when the first spark of sunshine shivered down the grass blades he found his own rabbit hole under the tree stump. And he popped into it. And there were eleven little brothers and sisters born in the night. And he knew they were rabbits. And his mother was glad to see him, and he had someone to play with.

THE GOOD LITTLE BAD LITTLE RACCOON

Once there was a bad little raccoon. He was bad in every way. He liked to be very dirty. He chattered when other raccoons were talking. He kicked his friends. And bit himself. And threw his toys in the air. And rolled and rolled around in the dirt. (Margaret’s note for illustrator: raccoon toys would be nuts and leaves and sticks)

And the sun and the moon and the wind and the stars said, “He’s too dirty. That bad little raccoon. He is too bad. We’ll fix him.”

So when he went to kick a little horse, the sun shone on his foot. And the sun felt so good and warm on the toes of his foot that he just left his paw halfway up in the air awhile to feel the sun. And when he threw his toys up in the air the wind blew them away. And when he bit himself, the moon laughed at him.

And when he chattered when the other raccoons were talking, the wind said, “I’ll fix that bad little raccoon.” And the wind howled in his ears. And when he rolled around in the dirt, the sun said, “I’ll fix that bad little raccoon.” And the sun shone on him – very, very hot.

So the bad little raccoon had to run and jump in the river and swim around to cool off. But the stars just blinked at the little raccoon. Good or bad or bad or good, they shone and they blinked on him. They were so far away they didn't care whether he was a good or a bad little raccoon.

And the bad little raccoon swam way up the river with the stars shining down on him and the moon light cold on his nose. And when the sun came up the next morning, there was the little raccoon – Clean as a peeled stick, Clean as fish, and Cleans the river – Sound asleep in the grass.

And he liked being clean. And he kept quiet when other raccoons were talking. And he didn’t kick his friends, or bite himself, or throw his toys in the air. He just lolled and rolled around in the sunshine.

And he was a good little raccoon. And the sun and the wind and the moon and the stars said, “WHAT A GOOD LITTLE BAD LITTLE RACCOON.”

THE GOOD LITTLE BAD LITTLE PIG

Poor little pig. He lived in a muddy pigpen, in an old pigpen of garbage and mud, with four other little pigs and an old mother sow. He was a little white-pink pig, but the mud all over him made him look pink and black and grey-pink.

Then one day a little boy named Peter asked his mother if he could have a pig. “What!” said Peter’s mother. “You want a dirty little bad little pig?” She was very surprised.

“No,” said Peter. “I want a clean little pig. And I don’t want a bad little pig. And I don’t want a good little pig. I want a good little bad little pig.”

“But I never heard of a clean little pig,” said Peter’s mother. “Still we can always try to find one.” So they sent the farmer who owned the pig a telegram: “Farmer, Farmer, I want a pig. Not too little. And not too big. Not too good. And not too bad. The very best pig. That the mother pig had.”

The farmer read the telegram, and then he went out to the pigpen and looked at the five little pigs. Three little pigs were fast asleep. “Those,” said the farmer, “are good little pigs.” And one little pig was jumping all around. “That,” said the farmer, “is a bad little pig.” And then he heard a little pig squeak, and then he heard a little pig squeal. But when he looked, there was just one little grey-pink pig standing on an old tin pan in the corner of the pen. “That,” said the farmer, “is a good little bad little pig.” And he reached in and grabbed the little pig by the hind legs and put him in a box and sent him by train to Peter.

When the express man brought the little pig to Peter’s front door, his mother said, “What a dirty little pig!” And the pig said, “Squeeeeeeeeeee ump ump ump.” And Peter said, “Wait till I give this little pig a bath.” But when they let the little pig out, he ran over the room squealing like a fire engine.

“What a bad little pig!” said Peter’s father, and he had to catch the little pig by the hind leg to make him hold still while Peter put the red leather dog harness around the little pig’s stomach. “Wait,” said Peter, “until the little pig knows us. He is not a bad little pig.” And he clipped a red leather leash on the little pig’s harness. The little pig stared at Peter out of his blue squint eyes, and then he shook himself and trotted after Peter on the leash.

“What a good little pig!” said Peter’s mother, as she came into the room with a pan of bread and milk for the little pig to eat after his journey.

“Wait,” said Peter. “Remember this is a good little bad little pig.”

“Galump gump gump gump gump.” The little pig was eating. He seemed to be snuffling and sneezing into his food as he ate.

“What a bad little pig!” said the cook, who had come in to see how the little pig was enjoying bread and milk. “What terrible eating manners he has!”

“But he does enjoy food,” said the little boy.

“Yes,” said the cook, “he does enjoy his food.”

And she beamed with a smile all over, for the cook did dearly love for anyone to enjoy his food. “What a good little pig,” she said. “He has eaten up everything in the pan.”

“Come on, you good little bad little grey-pink pig,” said Peter. “I will give you a bath so you will be a clean little pink pig.”

So Peter and his mother and his father and the cook all went into the bathroom and put the little pig right into the bathtub and let warm water run all over him. The little pig squealed and squealed and wiggled around. But Peter’s mother held his front legs and his father held the little pig’s hind legs, so that the little pig couldn’t kick himself or the people who were bathing him.

The little boy took a big cake of white soap and rubbed it all along the pig’s back until he was all covered with pure white soapsuds. Then he took a scrubbing brush, and he scrubbed and scrubbed right down through the bristles on the little pig’s back to the little pig’s skin. He scrubbed and he scrubbed until the pure white soap suds were all black and gray. Then he poured warm water over the pig’s back until there was no soap on it. Then he put some more soap suds all over the little pig’s back. And he scrubbed until the pure white soapsuds were all gray and black again. Then he rinsed off the pig’s back with warm water and put more soap suds on. But this time the soapsuds stayed almost pure white. So he left it on the pig’s back and washed his stomach and his feet until he was all clean and white and pink from the little pig with a great big bath towel, and Peter took him for a walk in the sunshine.

“Look,” said Peter as he showed his little pig to the policeman on the corner. “Did you ever see such a fine little clean little pig?”

“I never did,” said the policeman, “see such a good little pig.” And he blew his whistle and stopped all the automobiles so that Peter and the little pig could get across.

But the little pig did not want to get across, and he pulled back on the red leather leash and refused to budge. Peter pulled and he pulled, but the little pig would not go across the street. “What a bad little pig!” said the people in the automobiles, and they began to honk their horns.

And the little pig began to squeal and squeak. “Squeak squeeeeeeee ump ump ump.” But the policeman held up his hand and wouldn’t let the automobiles go. Then he came to Peter and his pig.

“You pull him, Peter,” he said, “and I’ll get behind him and push.” So they did. And when they got to the middle of the road, the little pig trotted on after Peter just as nice as you please. “What a good little pig,” said the people on the other side of the street.

And so it was that Peter got just what he wanted. A good little bad little pig. Sometimes the little pig was good and sometimes he was bad, but he was the best little pig that a little boy ever had.

GREEN SONG

I’ll sing a green song Sing me your green song

A song of the deep green tangled deep Where the bugs are all asleep Where little prickly spiders creep Deep in their long stemmed world

I’ll sing a green song How wild is your green song

Wild as a world below the sheep When little things all crawl and creep In the green grass forests deep Deep in their long stemmed world.

I’ll sing a green song How deep is your green son

The belly of a bumble bee Is all they almost ever see Down so low where no winds blow Deep in their wild green world

THE HAPPY LITTLE RABBIT

He was a happy little rabbit. He had always been happy ever since he was a little bunny curled up under his big warm mother.

His Mother was the warmest and most wonderful mother in all the woods. Her fur was deep and soft and white as the driven snow.

His father was the fastest rabbit in all the woods, with a mighty thump to his great hind legs when they banged on the ground.

He was a very happy little rabbit indeed. He had birds flying across the sky in the morning and the sun coming up over the woods to shine on his face.

He slept in an old hollow tree. At night he watched the moon cross the sky and listened to the twigs crackle and the crickets chirp.

In the bright green daylight deep in the grass he knew where the biggest violets grew.

And he knew where to find wild strawberries, but he only ate the leaves.

He was the happiest of all the animals in the woods. He could eat all day or he could run and jump in the sunshine.

He ate sassafras bark and sweet grass and sour grass with little yellow flowers.

There were woods and streams and beaches where he could play.

There were fields in that wood and brambles where a little bunny could hide. Once he saw another little rabbit.

He drank from a pond where there were frogs and pollywogs where great dragonflies buzzed.

And there was a stream full of minnows that flowed out of the swamp into the sea.

And there was a long yellow sandy beach with endless treasures.

All this world was his.

And he grew up to be as warm as his mother and as fast as his father.

But now as he lives in his own hollow and by his side is a little Rabbit wife with fur as deep and soft and white as the driven snow. And asleep in his hollow are twelve happy little bunnies of his own.

And he is a very happy rabbit, indeed.

HERE LIES A DEAD BIRD

O bird, you’re dead You’ll never fly again Way up high With other birds in the sky We sing to you Because you’re dead Feather bird And we buried you In the ground With ferns and flowers Because you will never fly Again in the sky Way up high Little dead bird

HOUSE OF A HUNDRED CHILDREN

A book similar to House of a Hundred Windows, built around reproductions of great paintings of children, which would have a quality in them which would appeal to the imagination of other younger children of the picture book age. Look up the catalog of an exhibition in New York last year of famous children’s paintings to get reproductions from the museums of the type of paintings, such as Goya’s Boy, With a Bird, that would be suitable for a book like this.

There was once a house, high on a hill in a timeless world, high on the hill of fame (picture of ______________ view of Toledo)

In this house were 100 children, children of all ages who were all young and all still there, though they had lived, some of them, many hundreds of years ago. A cat lived in this house, high on a hill in the timeless world. And these children were the only children that the little cat knew – there was a boy in a red suit with a pet bird (Goy’s portrait). There was a man who was a clown with his little boy (Picasso’s ________).

There were little children running down the street rolling a hoop (Hugo’s “Mystery and Melancholy of the Street”). And in another room was (_____________________) and out of the room the little cat could see (___________________________) for all the children were paintings, you see. But the little cat wandered from room to room. To him the paintings were real and the paintings were children and they were the only children that he knew. He stayed a long time in the room with the (____________).

HOW THE BUNNY LEARNED TO WASH HIS FACE

Once there was a little bunny who didn't know how to wash his face. Because he had never washed his face. And because he was a very sleepy bunny, he couldn't remember how his mother had washed his face when he was no bigger than an Easter egg.

But one morning after the big rains, he ate so fast and so far that he ate right down to the wet muddy roots of the wild green violet leaves and when he lifted his head, he had a big black muddy face, right up to his pink eyes. Only his white whiskers were white.

He looked into the still waters of a little dragonfly pond where he used to go to look at himself. And when he saw his black muddy face he wasn't sure that he was himself. So he jumped in the air and ran home. His home was in a big dark hole in a hollow wooden tree. When he got there his mother and his thirteen little brothers and sisters were all sitting there blinking. They blinked at them across their square white fur faces. And then his mother said, "Wash your face." "But I don't know how to wash my face," said the little bunny.

"Run along, little Bunny," said his mother, " And see how the other animals wash their faces and take their baths, because that is the quickest way to learn if he doesn't remember how his mother washed his face when he was a very little bunny (no bigger than an Easter egg). So the bunny started down a rabbit track to see how the other animals took a bath. He ran along through the deep green grass until he looked up and saw a little bird sitting on the branch of a tree.

"Little bird," said the bunny, "I want to take a bath only I don't know how." The little bird just sat on the branch of the tree.

So the little bunny sat down under the tree and waited to see if the bird would take a bath. The sun was shining warm on the road that ran under the tree, and on the mud puddles in the road from last night's rain. The road was warm in the sunshine. "Just the day for a little bird to take a bath," thought the little bunny.

Pretty soon the little bird began to flutter its feathers. Then it flew off the tree and dove straight into the mud puddle. It hopped around the edge a little, and then, stomach first, it sank into the shallow part of the puddle and shook itself so that the water splashed all over its back and wings. Flitter, flutter, flutter, flutter. It fluttered all it's feathers in the water. Then it hopped out on the sand in the road and shook some more. Whirr. It flapped its wings. And the water fluttered off into the air.

The little bunny watched carefully. But the bird wasn't finished. After shaking and shaking and smoothing its feathers down with its bill, it suddenly began to flutter about in the sand with its wings stretched out, until it was all sandy. Then it shook and shook itself again and smoothed out its feathers and flew away.

"So!" thought the little bunny, "this is the way to take a bath" and so lippity, lippity, he ran out into the middle of the road and lay on his stomach in the mud puddle with his paws stretched out. He

wiggled about and he splashed the muddy water all over him. Then he got out and rolled in the sand by the side of the road. But when he got up, he was dirtier than he had been before.

"Oh, dear," said the little bunny, "I'm dirtier than I was before. I guess bunnies just don't take baths like birds. I guess I had better go on down the road and find some other animals." So he walked down the road until he came to a farm. There by the side of the road was the farmer's pig penworth six dirty little pink pigs in it and a big black pool of water. "Maybe the little pigs will take a bath" thought the little bunny.

Just then two of the little pigs went into the pool and wallowed about in its black edges. The little bunny didn't even wait for them to come out. He jumped the fence and got right into the black muddy pool and rolled around kicking and bouncing up and down with the little pigs. The water and mud were so cool and soft, the little bunny was sure that this was the only way in the world to take a bath. But when he got out he was dirtier than ever. He was all covered and sticky with black mud.

"Oh, dear," said the little bunny, "This cannot be the way for a bunny to take a bath." So he ran through a field and up a hill, dirtier than he had ever been before.

Far away he came to a high green field with white shining horses galloping and frisking about in the sunlight. He had never seen such smooth shining horses. And beyond the field with the white shining horses there was a big white barn.

"Those horses are certainly clean," thought the little bunny "Clean and shining." And he wished that he was clean and shining and running about the green fields. So lippity, lippity he ran up to the big white barn and peeked in the doorway. Two men with brushes were cleaning another white horse. The brushes made scrape, shsh, scrape, shsh, noises in the horse's coat. The little bunny watched them. He watched them stir the brush around on the horse's coat until all the gray dirt and dust came out of the hair. He watched them take a yellow shiny bristle brush and brush away all the dirt that the iron brush had stirred up. There the horse stood, smooth and white and clean. The bunny watched them lead the horse out of the stable and into the field. As soon as they were out of sight he ran into the stable and rubbed himself against the sharp iron brush which they had dropped onto the floor. Ouch! The sharp ends scratched him and pulled at his soft fur.

"Oh, dear what shall I do?" said the little bunny "I've washed like a bird, and I've washed like a pig, and I've washed like a big white horse, and still I have not washed like a bunny." So the little bunny ran back to his mother, dirtier than he had ever been before. His mother was just about to wash her face.

"I declare little bunny," she said, "you are dirtier than I have ever seen you before. Didn't you learn from the other animals how to get clean?"

"I washed like a bird and I washed like a pig. I washed like a big white horse mother and each time I got a little bit dirtier than I have ever been before."

"You are no bird, little bunny. You are no pig. And you are no big white horse. So if you think you are a bunny, you had better watch a bunny take a bath. And I guess it's your mother who will have to show you how. Watch me."

His mother stuck out her little wet pink tongue and wet her paw. Then she rubbed it down one side of her face and over one long ear. Then she wet her paw again and rubbed it down the other side of her face and over her long white ear. She kept doing this until she was as clean as a bunny always is.

And when the little bunny sat up on his hind legs and took is head in two paws and washed just the way he saw his mother wash, he became cleaner than a bird, cleaner than a pig, and cleaner than a big white horse. He became clean and shining and warm and sweet smelling like a bunny.

"And another thing," said the mother bunny, "one way to stay clean is to not get too dirty."

HOW TO RAISE A BUNNY

Once there was a Bunny who belonged to a Rabbit. “What shall I do with this Bunny?” wondered the Rabbit. “Now what shall I do with him, he is so little? Little as a walnut and big as a plum and his ears are not yet grown long. He is so very little I will have to raise him to be a Rabbit so that he can run fast around the world.”

The Rabbit did not know there was any more world than the distances he ran as far as his Rabbit tracks circled. His strength was in his feet, and thinking was very slow work for him. But he thought hard because he wanted his bunny to grow strong and run fast.

He thought. For a Bunny to grow, he must have first, dry grass. Then, when he is bigger, green grass. He must have a dark little world of his own where nothing can come at him suddenly. It didn’t take the Rabbit long to dig a nice little hole under a tree and fill it with sweet dry grass.

Then the Rabbit wiggled his nose and thought some more. Rabbits only think two thoughts at a time. He thought if his legs are to grow he must run around on them.

So he took the little Bunny out for a run. At first the little Bunny just darted about like the shadow of a marshmallow or a square fat snowball. But the more he darted the faster he went and the further -

Until a great shadow flew over them, the wide winged hawk.

The Rabbit thumped his hind legs. Bang! They hit the ground like thunder and echoed through the grass roots. This was a warning for the little Bunny to run back to his hole. Dangers! thought the Rabbit.

I must teach him all the DangersDanger from hawks that swoop down Bumping into things, All big four footed strangers And two footed strangers.

Thump! means run for home. The little Bunny was so startled when he heard the ground thump that he ran for home.

HUMPTY TOGETHER AGAIN

Or THE RISE AND FALL OF HUMPTY DUMPTY

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall And all the King’s horses And all the King’s men Couldn’t put humpty together again

Then all the king’s horses and all the king’s men marched up and down. And all the King’s horses and all the King’s men march up and down. Then they marched past Humpty and rode away.

And there lay Humpty Dumpty. And then the Spirit of Humpty Dumpty rose from the mess, and looked about him. “What a crazy mess I have become,” he said. His arms and his legs were all over the place and his ear was up in a tree.

“This will never do,” said Humpty Dumpty. “This will never do,” he said. “This is not Humpty Dumpty. This is not me.” So he found his bootstraps and went looking for his boots. He found his boots and his left leg.

“But what good is one leg without the other?” said Humpty and then he found the other. And his legs went looking for his arms. First the right arm, and then the left arm. And then both arms reached down together and scooped his stomach from off the ground. Buttons and waistcoat and all. And he danced up and down with happiness to be together again but he had lost his head.

“Now what good am I without a head?” said Humpty Dumpty. So he grabbed up his face, slapped on his head and clamped down his hatch of hair and looked about him for his ear. He found the right ear on the ground, but his left ear had caught up in a tree. So up climbed up to get his ear and there he was complete, except for his hat and his watch. He never found his hat, because he never had a hat. But he found his watch ticking the time away under the leaves. He looked to see what time it was. Tick Tock, Tick Tock. Just before sundown. Tick Tock. He had better get back on his wall before All the King’s horses and all the King’s men came riding back past the wall again.

(end of first side of record here, or at Humpty Dumpty dance on previous page)

But how in the world was he ever going to get his little fat self back on that wall? He had a head, but he needed a brain. Where was his brain? He looked about and there it was. Only it was going so fast he could not catch up with it. His brain ran all over the place, one idea after another and Humpty Dumpty after it. Then his brain tried to hide from Humpty Dumpty. And it did a very clever thing (whisper) it jumped in his ear and hid in his head. He couldn’t find it. He walked up and down looking for it, and round and round. He took short steps – and long steps. He walked faster and faster and faster, and as he walked his brain became heated. He began to think, slowly, one thought at a time, then faster and faster and faster.

Ah Ha! Ho Ho!

He tore off his boot straps, tied them together, threw them over the branch of the tree and UP went Humpty Dumpty, up the wall scrambled Humpty! And there he sat (echo of Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall) Just as All the King’s horses and all the King’s men marched back again.

And there sat Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall “How in the world did you put yourself together again?” they asked (1st voice) “And how in the world did you get back up on that wall?” (2nd voice)

“Never mind that,” said Humpty. “I am back on the wall and here I am! And here I am!” (end with the first tune, compete with words)

I LIKE BEES

I like bees

Honey bees

Savory bees

Rumble bees

Bumble bees

Big sun-struck Tumble bees

I like bees

Busy bees

Fuzzy bees

And all kinds of buzzy bees

I like bees

I LIKE BOATS

I like boats

Any kind of boat

Tug boats

Barge boats

Large boats

Sail boats

Whale boats Thin boats

Skin boats

Rubber boats River boats Row boats Slow boats

I like boats

I LIKE DAISIES

I like daisies

Lazy daisies

Sunny daisies

Long green stemmed daisies

African daisies

English daisies

Wild green field daisies

Children’s daisies

My daisies

Little daisies

Pretty daisies Pretty little lazy daisies

I like daisies

IDEA FOR A NOISY RECORD

A snow storm. The first part of this record would be very quiet, with words as follows:

The sound of the world, muffled in snow The wheels of the cars turn softly Footsteps were quiet and the sound of snow Now hitting from the skies Then the winds began to blow Snow whirled n all its fury And then everything turned to white (sound of the snow in snowstorms, sound of wheels in the snow, sound of sleigh bells, and then finally a few calm satisfying words at the end)

Then the sun came up in the morning On a glistening world of snow. Bright, Brittle Quilt of sharp sunlight

This would be quiet Noisy Record. Here, then, is the design for four sides of two one and a half minute records, to be called “The Noisy Records,” designed by Margaret Wise Brown. The same idea could be developed in a very poetic accompaniment of a short but very real description of the Fourth of July, Christmas.

Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom Boff, Boff, Biff, Biff Four o’clock in the Town of the Punctual Clocks

It was four o’clock in the afternoon when they went into the cookie shop. The cookie shop window as a Hansel and Gretel dream. Little boat full of currant jelly and almond cream., and chocolate poufs and puffs. And a string along the window ledge had keys and locks all made of chocolate cookies to unlock the appetite and the imagination of a child (or anyone who had ever been a child) both at the same time.

IDEA FOR A RHYMING READER

This is the way to read a pig Pig, pig, pig

This is the pig who went to dig Dig, dig, dig

This is the pig in a wig, wig, wig Who first would dig Then dance a jig Dancing about with his golden wig And for what people said He didn’t give a fig Because he was a pig Who could jig in a wig This is a dog Who sat on a log Beside a frog Who was making a hog Out of himself

By eating too many mosquitoes. This is the hog Who swam to the log And knocked down the dog And knocked down the frog And bit the log Because he was a hog And didn’t eat mosquitoes

JEEPS

(Close up of a jeep armed with a machine gun in a parade, flags flying.)

Once there was a little truck who went to war in a parade, flags flying. The little truck was a Jeep. The smallest truck in the world. But- -There was nothing a Jeep couldn't do. It could plod slowly up hills like an army mule. It could crash through fences like a truck. It could bounce over ditches like a horse. It could push through water like a boat.

And carry a load of 16 men with their 32 feet inside him. It could carry more than 16 men, but the rule was that they all had to have their feet inside the Jeep. There was nothing a Jeep couldn't do.

When the parade was over the Jeep was driven on to a dock hoisted into the air swung onto the deck of a ship and lashed down to the deck with ropes. Jeeps- - for that was the name of this Jeep - -went to war.

Then the men of Jeeps' Division, the 500 men of the 7th Infantry, 7 lieutenants, 2 captains and a major and 50 guns, marched onto the boat with their packs on their backs and their helmets on their heads and the boat blew its whistles and sailed away to Africa.

When they got to Africa it was nighttime and a battle was going on. Guns were rumbling Bullets were whistling Fires were burning Planes were zooming Arab troops were galloping And the town had just been taken. Jeeps were lowered onto a big flat barge with the major and the two captains and the 7 lieutenants and the 500 men and the 50 guns and they were all pulled ashore into the thick of it.

They went right into action. Jeeps and the Major led the way. Jeeps and the 7th Infantry had orders to advance through the streets to the far edge of the town, mount their guns and hold that spot. But when they got there, dawn was coming, pink in the sky, and all was quiet. "Breakfast coming up.What shall we use for a table?” asked the 7 lieutenants.

"Use the Jeep," said the Major.

After breakfast the captain had to spread out his maps and write out the orders of the day. "I wish I had a big flat desk," said the Captain.

"Use the Jeep," said the Major.

Tanks went rumbling by going towards the enemy. "We need more tanks to frighten the enemy, came back word from the front." "Use the Jeep," said the Major.

And the men of the 7th Infantry unpacked the Jeep's tank disguise and dressed the Jeep up like a tank so that the enemy's eyes- - which were airplanes - - would think the Jeep was another tank. Then came nine other Jeeps camouflaged as tanks moving up on the enemy, so that when the eyes of the enemy, which were airplanes, counted them, they counted 40 tanks. They did not know that 10 of the tanks were jeeps.

And the tanks crawled across the desert towards the enemy like angry armored bugs, spitting fire and bullets from their gun turrets. "Cease firing." came the order. The enemy had heard from the airplanes that there were too many tanks coming after them, and they had run away. Little did they know that ten of the tanks were Jeeps dressed up as tanks.

Jeeps returned to his 500 men and to the major and the 2 captains and the 7 lieutenants. They took off his tank disguise and he looked like a Jeep again. "Put Jeeps under a tent tonight," said the Major. " He is the best little fighting truck in the army. He deserves a garage. And fill him up with gasoline. You never know when you'll need a Jeep. You never know. At noon the next day word came back from the Southern front. We need guns and supplies. We need anything that can cross rivers, travel over rough country and hide behind a bush. Send it by plane - - double quick.

So away with 10 men and the Major in a big transport plane - - a flying truck. They flew to the Southern Front. The Southern Front was in the middle of the Jungle. Anyone knows what a Jungle is. It is a dark, hot woods with vines in it, and monkeys and bright colored birds in the trees and elephants and lions on the ground - - and butterflies and colored bugs and snakes and flowers.

What could a Jeep do in a Jungle! A Jeep can go where an elephant can go, said the Major, and he and the 10 men started off to find the enemy -- What was that? Baboons! The baboons were screaming in the trees. They had never seen anything moving through the jungle so strong and fat and flat. The lions peered from the bushes like big-eyed overgrown kittens. And the giraffes and ostriches took a good long look before they galloped away. But Jeeps and the men were not after wild animals.

They were a scouting patrol looking for the enemy. Suddenly there was a high pinprick of a shriek as a bullet whizzed overhead. To the Major and the men it was a warning that the enemy was near. But to Jeeps it was a talking bullet and this is what - - in mechanical language - - it said.

You can't get by. You can't get through unless you can Hop some stop some jump some pump some spin some swim some creep some peep some wire some fire some

glide some hide some Burn and Return

That is the kind of thing a bullet would say. And what did Jeep do? He pointed his gun and roared his motors and CHARGED AHEAD.

The major and the 10 men could hear the enemy crashing away about half a mile to the North of them. I think they are mounted on elephants, said the major. But there is nowhere an elephant can go that a Jeep can't go, and he headed down an elephant road through the jungle. Of course elephants are so big they have to have roads. And there are plenty of elephant roads through the jungle. Even mice and ants have roads close to the ground. The birds have roads in the air. And the Jeep went creeping along the elephant road.

It was a rough road with holes to hop over, branches to stop over, ditches to jump over, punctures to pump over, bushes to hide behind, big trees to glide behind, mud holes to mire in, darkness to fire in, sand pits to spin in and Rivers to swim in. Of course, since the enemy was fleeing on elephants they had no trouble swimming the river.

But when the Jeep got to the river the major was stumped for ten minutes. Then he remembered - - Take off the wheels and get out the tarpaulins. So tarpaulins were lashed securely around the 2600 pound Jeep and the Jeep was floated across the river like a boat.

That night they hid the Jeep behind a bush. They put branches all over him till he looked like a little hidden fort with just his two machine guns peeking out.

The next morning in the gray shadowy light before dawn, they heard elephants coming down the road. The major and the men hid behind the Jeep and pointed their guns in case the elephant had enemies on them. They did, the enemy, dark figures against the dawn, were mounted on the elephants with guns. They didn't see the Jeep. If the elephants saw the Jeep they didn't trumpet any warning. Then suddenly the Major gave the signal to fire.

They shot the enemy off the elephants backs, and the elephants galloped away, free again -free elephants in the jungles. A couple of bullets burned the Jeep's ironsides Hide some slide some Mire some fire some Burn and Return

The Jeep mission had been fulfilled, and in the end he returned triumphant honking his horn, much like the horn of any other car or truck in the world.

The enemy was captured. The elephants were scattered. The skirmish in the Jungle was won. And Jeeps returned triumphant honking his horn.

LAND AHEAD

Ahead of a boat across the see there is always another land. There is land for a bit to come from. There is land where a boat will go.

The ocean is empty and the ocean is wide, but still the sailors know on the other side of the ocean is the land where the boat will go.

There is always a land to come from and a land where the boat will go.

THE LAND WHERE IT WAS ALWAYS SUMMER

There was a land where it was always summer.

Summer, Fall, Spring and Winter, it was always Summer.

There were always flowers, rain and sun.

Trees, dogs, girls, boys lived in the land where it was always summer. A cat, a horse, a mouse and a dog lived in the land where it was always summer. And no one ever saw the snow.

THE LAND WHERE IT WAS ALWAYS WINTER

There was a land where it was always winter.

Snow was always in the land.

There were no boys, no girls, no flowers, no trees.

There was no mouse, no cat, no dog.

There was no car and no train.

There was no fire.

There were animals and there was snow.

But there is no land where it is always spring or always fall.

LISTEN LOOK HERE

Listen Look here

When a mother pig comes into a pigpen and the three little pigs are eating, what do they do? They grunt and eat faster and push her away. Of course, pigs do -

BUT

When three children come into the dining room what do they do? They wait for their parents and then all sit down. They wait until their mother starts to eat and they eat, too. And not like pigs.

Listen Look here

When two strange cats meet for the first time, what do they do? They arch their backs and spit and yowl and yell and wave their claws at each other.

BUT

When two children meet each other, they say good morning and they listen to what they have to say to each other. And very soon they find a way to play together.

Listen Look here

When two rambunctious puppies play with each other's toys, what happens? The biggest or the quickest puppy grabs all the toys and the other puppy doesn't have much fun and they don't play together.

BUT

When two children play together they ask each other first if they can play with each other's toys. And when they do they have lots of fun.

LITTLE BROWN TUG

The with a puff and a chug And a splash through the foam That little brown tug Went heading for home

THE LITTLE CREATURES

Don’t look, Close the bookWe are too little. If you look, We will hide Behind rooks Behind bushes And up in trees Or We will jump in your hair And tickle you ears And tweak you nose And stamp on your toes. Only we won’t Because you are little too, Only not as little as the little creatures. So we will show you some little things, Little things that crawl and creep In the grassblade forests deep, In the wild green grass. Little boys with squeaky shoes And little girls who like to snooze in hammocks

LITTLE FAMILIES

Everyone has a family

You have a family

A mother, a father, the baby.

Cats have families

The mother cat

The father cat And seven baby kittens.

Dogs have families

The mother dog

The father dog And five baby puppy dogs.

Horses have families

The mother horse The father horse And the baby horse.

Bunnies have families

The mother bunny The father bunny And eleven baby bunnies.

Elephants have families

The mother elephant

The father elephant And one baby elephant

Birds have families

The mother bird

The father bird And the baby bird And so have you a family. Who is your father? Who is your mother? And who is the baby?

When it is noon time And families get hungry, Really hungry, What do they eat?

The mother and the father Eat their dinner and The baby drinks milk.

The mother cat The father cat

And the seven baby kittens Eat a fish.

The mother dog

The father dog And the five baby puppy dogs Chew seven bones.

The mother horse

The father horse And the baby horse Eat grass. The mother bunny The father bunny And the baby bunny Nibble lettuce.

The mother elephant The father elephant And the baby elephant Eat treetop buds.

The mother bird The father bird And the baby bird Eat worms. All the families Eat their dinners So YOU Eat your dinner. When it is night In the houses And in the rooms And out the windows,

When it is really night

Over the hills, What do the families do then?

Of course, The mother And the father And the baby go to sleep.

The mother cat

The father cat And the seven baby kittens

Curl up in a ball and go to sleep.

The mother dog

The father dog And the five baby puppy dogs Twitch their noses and fall asleep.

The mother bunny

The father bunny

And the baby bunny Blink their eyes and sleep.

The mother elephant

The father elephant

And the baby elephant

Hang down their ears and sleep.

The mother bird

The father bird

And the baby bird

Warm their nest and sleep.

All the families

Go to sleep and you Go To Sleep.

THE LITTLE FAT BUNNY

Once there was a Little Fat Bunny. "My goodness," he said one morning. "What a round little bunny I am. I wish I had a big fat bunny book to read."

And about the night and the wind and the moon and the rain.

And about hawks and bunnies again and again. And snow and snowdrops and holes and trees.

And squirrels and nuts and pigs and bees. And creatures that live in hollow stumps.

And what to do when a rabbit thumps his hind legs.

"What kind of story would you like?" asked his mother.

"I like stories about little boys and little girls," said the Bunny. So his mother read him a story about a little boy and a little girl who lived in a cave in the woods. They thought they were bunnies. At least they played like they thought they were.

"Let me see the picture," said the real Bunny, who was twitching his nose with laughter. The little girl had long ears stuck on her head that were really two green ferns. They each had a little cotton tail pinned on the back of their coats. They were eating a crisp rabbit lunch they had brought into the woods with them - - a carrot and some parsley and some leaves of lettuce, a stalk of celery and a piece of bread and an apple. And some sour grass that they had picked for dessert. They made a crick-cracking noise as they ate. Then after lunch they curled up and took a little nap.

While they were sleeping a real Bunny came nibbling and nibbling along. He smelled the parsley and the carrots and lettuce and celery and his nose twitched faster faster and led him to where the little round boy and the little round girl were sleeping in their cave. All around there were scattered the carrots, lettuce leaves, and celery stalks and parsely.

"Twitch, Twitch," said the real Rabbit. "Here is something I can use in my busyness." And he started crackling and nibbling away at the carrots. The crackling and nibbling woke the children up and they ran through the woods and home without waiting to see what is was that woke them.

And so everything was in the right place again. The children sitting in the lighted room, at their supper table, and the Rabbits in the woods eating wild carrots.

And there was the Little Fat Bunny listening to a story about little fat children. The Little Fat Bunny yawned. "Read me another," he said.

LITTLE FUR BEDS

One day a little boy wanted to sleep in bed with his mother. So he said to his mother, “I want to sleep in your bed.”

His mother said, “I will tell you a story about how little rabbits go to bed like little rabbits.

And how little squirrels all go to beds like little squirrels in holes high up in the windy trees.

And how kittens sleep like kittens.

And puppies like puppies.

And how little horses lie down in a field.

I will tell you about how little elephants go to sleep in Africa.

And how little Pandas go to sleep in the high mountains of Tibet.

And how seals sleep like warm little seals on the rocks near the dark green sea.

I will tell you how mice go to sleep in the wide still fields.

And how little bears go to sleep in their leafy strewn caves.

And how the baby buffaloes sleep on the far western plains.

And how the little foxes sleep under the rocks. And how birds in their nest –“Yes”- said the little boy – “and they all sleep in beds with their mothers.”

His mother was surprised at their own story –“So they do,” she said – “All the little Fur Families. But where do little children sleep, sleepy little children.”

“

They sleep in their own warm beds,” said the boy Goodnight………

LITTLE FUR BUNNY

Little fur bunny when your ears grow long You’ll be a rabbit and run where you belong Out in the sun and where the nights are long And all this will happen when your ears grow long. And this is a silly song to sing to any bunny

THE LITTLE FUR THING

The Little Fur Family was all a whirl. The little fur father had come home with handfuls of fur snatched from his enemy with which to line his own house. They stuck it all over the walls. “We need feathers for the floor.” said the little fur mother. “I'll get them!” said the little fur thing and off he went up a mountain.

An eagle was sitting on top and while the eagle was peering into the far distance the little fur thing crept up the mountain behind it. “Only pull one and when you are done lie down like the eagle's prey. He has forgotten what he caught today” buzzed fur fly.

Now the little fur thing wanted more than one feather but a fur fly seldom buzzed without a reason. So the little fur thing nipped up to the eagle and only pulled one long white wing feather. “Ouch!” screamed the eagle and beat his wings. The little fur thing lay low and seeing nothing moving around him the eagle swooped down into the distance where cattle were moving like small beetles on the plain below. The little fur thing was left alone with the eagle's nest. Below the next all over the rocks were strewn feathers and bones. “Look at all the feathers!” buzzed fur fly. “Take a rest. Then pick up the feathers around the nest and get off this mountain if you know what's best for you.”

Little fur thing picked up seventeen feathers and started to play with them. Fur fly buzzed nervously about his ears. “Fur flies. Time flies. Time flies. Fur flies.” he buzzed. The little fur thing dressed up in the feathers and looked at himself in a pool in the rocks. Just then there was a great rustle along with the shadow of the eagle. Fur Fly flew away and there was the little fur thing alone with the eagle on the mountain tip.

Time flies. Fur flies. Fur flies. Time flies. He remembered too late the buzz of wisdom on his ears. Too late to fly but not too late. “Who are you?” said the eagle- who being very far sighted and used to peering down great distances is very near sighted at home. “I am a little eagle I think,” said the little fur thing. “Don't you know if you are?” asked the eagle. “No,” said the little fur thing, “I might be a little feather fly.”

“Well get in my nest and keep quiet,” said the eagle. “I am going to sleep. I'll consider you later.” The little fur thing kept very quiet. The eagle slept two soft lids over his yellow eyes. The little thing shivered in his feathers beside the eagle

“Time flies. Fur flies.” Thought the little fur thing. Then he thought a long, long thought. “Fur flies. I fly. Fly Fly Fly.” buzzed the fur fly in his ears. So the little fur thing moved out of the nest. “What's what?” murmured the eagle blinking dreamily in the distance only a dream of a little eagle murmured the little thing as he moved backwards down the mountain a dream, a dream, a dream, a little fur dream he squeaked as he left the rock of the mountain and flew for home.

He came rattling into his fur house with all his feathers. His little fur family was glad to see him under them. And he threw his eagle feathers on the floor and they all jumped on them in joy until they had a solid floor of eagle feathers under their twelve pairs of feet.

THE LITTLE GENTLEMAN

Once there was a big gentleman

And one there was a little gentleman.

The big gentleman closed his bog front door softly And the little gentleman closed his little front door softly. And they went for a walk.

The big gentleman had a snow-white shirt and big shining shoes. The little gentleman had a snow-white shirt and little shining shoes. And they walked down the street.

And wished good morning to the Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestick maker

And to all the people they met who they knew on the street. They really wished them a good morning, for they wanted no one to have a bad morning. And the sun was shining, and the breeze was blowing and it was a good morning. They walked along the river.

Suddenly There was a big yell from the river

And suddenly There was a little yell from the river. Now the big gentleman could swim Someone had fallen in and couldn’t swim

A boy was drowning And a little boy was drowning Now the big gentleman could swim very well So he kicked off his big shining shoes and Dove headfirst into the river

And the little gentleman could swim very well too So he kicked off his little shiny shoes and Dove headfirst

LITTLE GREGORY

In a far off country, far away, lived little Gregory, a little boy so very little that people always said to him, “You are much too little, go away.” So little Gregory went away to seek his fortune. He came to a miller who was grinding corn. The miller dusted the golden cornmeal from off his elbows; “A job, you grin corn,” said the miller. “You work! Go away – you are too little. You are much too little!”

Then he went to the farmer. “Can I work for you,” asked little Gregory. “Milk the cow,” said the farmer. But when he went to milk the cow, the cow looked down and said, “You are too little, little Gregory, you are much too little – Go away!” “Go pick clovers for a bee.”

So little Gregory went to the Hunter to be a Hunter, and the hunter gave him a little gun. But when little Gregory fired the gun, he killed a fly! The hunter burst out laughing, “Go away, little Gregory, you are much too little, go away!”

So he went to the woodsman to be a woodsman. The woodsman gave him a little ax to cut down a tree. But the great green tree looked down and said, “Who is tickling me? Oh, it’s you , little Gregory, with that little ax. You are too little, little Gregory. You are much too little. Go away!” Go gather nuts for the squirrels.”

So little Gregory went to the Grocer to be a grocer. But the Grocer said “What, you want to be a grocer? You are no taller than a can of peas. Go away, little Gregory, go away! You are too little, much too little. Go and popcorn for a monkey.

So little Gregory went to the King to be his guard. The King held his crown so it would not slip over his eyes as he bent down to look at little Gregory. “You guard me,” said the King, “you are too little, much too little. Go away!”

So he went to the Admiral to be a sailor. The admiral looked down at his great big nose. “A fish would eat you up.” Roared the Admiral. “Ship ahoy—You are too little, much too little. Go away!” “Go catch fish flies for a trout.”

Finally, he went to the General t be a soldier. The General said, “Here is a little drum, beat it. But you are too little, much too little. Beat it!”

So little Gregory beat his drum and went to the wars. He beat his drum and held his head high. His heart was gay, and as he marched into battle you could hear his little “plunkety-plunk, plunkety-plunk, Thumpety-thump!” no louder than the thump of a soldier’s heart. But you could hear it.

When suddenly a bullet came his way. “Move aside!” screamed the bullet in shrill despair, “I am made for bigger than you!” “You are too little. You are much too little!” But it was too late.

The bullet went right through little Gregory and killed his body dead! But his soul went up to the gates of Heaven, where the great St. Peter stands on guard.

“Open up!” said little Gregory, “I want to come in!”

St. Peter looked down over his golden book and said: “You are too little, much too little—Go away!”

Now little Gregory felt very little, indeed. For the first time -Too little to go anywhere. There was no place left to go. His little hands hung by his side. And big tears came into his eyes. Then quietly from beyond the Silvery Gates, he heard a great and beautiful voice. And the gentle and beautiful voice said: “Come to me, little Gregory, And sit beside me On the throne of God You are not too little for me For such is the Kingdom of Heaven!”

LITTLE HOUSES

Once there was a little urchin Nobody brought him up He brought himself up And he lived in a house all by himself.

The house was a little house. Just big enough for himself as he grew.

When he was two years old He lived in a two-year house.

When he was three years old He lived a three-year old house That was a little bigger than his two year old house

When he was four years old He lived in a little four year old house Which was a little bigger than his three year old house

When he was five years old He lived in a five year old house That’s how old he was now.

LITTLE LOST KITTEN

Little lost kitten

Lost in the rain

I look for you

Over and over again.

LITTLE LOST RABBIT

Down in a hole in a big, green wood there was a whole pile of white fur rabbits. The whitest and the furriest and the friskiest of these fur rabbits was Little Runaway Rabbit. She darted about the hole and darted back again to the big warm pile of brothers and sisters. And her mother called this fat, square little bunny "Little Runaway Rabbit."

One day The Runaway Rabbit ran all the way up the tunnel and out of the hollow tree. There was a forest of wild flowers. It seemed as though there were miles and miles of waving green wild flowers. . yellow star flowers. . and tall blue star flowers on long green stems. . and purple violets and little tiny white violets. . and pink sourgrass blossoms. . and wild lily of the valley. . and crazy yellow dandelions. Far above her fluttered the wild geraniums in the wind.

It was a wonderful world. And the Runaway Rabbit ran out into it, jumped over a ladybug, bumped into an old daddy-long-legs and knocked him off a green grass blade. And on she ran through this wild green world, that wonderful wild green world with sudden little flashy spots of sunlight shivering down the grass blades, and the wonderful shivering rustly noises the winds made when they came blowing through the tops of the grass.

Far above her she heard the groan of the tree and the wild fluttering of oak leaves in sudden gusts of wind.

She stopped to nibble some white violet leaves and all sounds were drowned out on her little short ears by the busy little nibbling of her own sharp teeth. A butterfly floated by on soft heavy wings. A little black/cricket chirped nearby, and a big green grasshopper jumped right over her back. But the little Runaway Rabbit kept on nibbling.

Then suddenly she wanted to go home. She wanted to feel the warm round furry sides of her brothers and sisters and the great hovering warmth of her mother hovering over her. But where was home? She ran away through the green grass and came to a grey stone. That was not her home. So she ran another way through the green grass forest, out into a sunny field of dazzling yellow shiny buttercups covered with a big blue sky. But that wasn't her home. So she ran back through the wild green forest of wild flowers until she came to the old hollow tree trunk and she ran into it and down the dark tunnel through the ground and there she was in the big warm hole with all the little rabbits. She was at home. And her mother thought, "This is certainly my Little Runaway Rabbit." And everyone went to sleep.

THE LITTLE YOUNGER AND YOUNGER BOOK

Once upon a time there was a little boy. He looked around him and The First Thing he saw was A Tree What could it be? It was a Tree

Then he saw a cat. What was that! What could it be? It was a cat. The cat climbed the tree. Then he saw a pig. What could it be! It was a pig. (Close up picture)

He saw a great big horse. What was that! It was a great big horse (Closeup) Then he saw a bird. What could it be? It was a bird and it flew to the tree. Then he saw a flower. What could it be? It was a flower. Was it a bumble bee? What was that? It was a bee and then what did he see?

He saw a house. He saw a chair. He thought he saw a polar bear. The house was a house. The chair was a chair. But the polar bear was a cloud in the air.

And he sang aloud / A cloud is a cloud/ And he was proud/ To know a cloud./ So he sang it again/ and he sang it loud / A cloud is a cloud is a cloud is a cloud!

Then he looked into a mirror/ and he saw another little boy. Who was that?

Was it another little boy? NO! It was himself and that was that.

Then he really did meet another little boy who didn't look like the boy in the mirror. Who was that?

It was Another Little boy! And then there were two little boys and that was that. The End. The Younger and Younger Song (to the tune of "Did You Ever Go a Fishing On a Hot Summer Day")

O a cow is a cow

And a pig is a pig The leaf is a leaf And the tree is a tree And life is as simple As life can ever be And younger and younger When you are two or three And an apple is an apple And a bee is a bee

THE MAGIC CAR

It was a little magic car, and it scooted in and out between the big cars. It was driven by a mouse, and it belonged to a bunny. And one day it bumped into a truckload of elephants. Now, everyone knows that elephants are afraid of a mouse. And when they saw a mouse driven by a car or was it a car driven by a mouse? they were so frightened they didn't know which they all bumped into each other.

THE MAN WITH A GREAT BIG VOICE

Once upon a time there was a tall man named Lornie and he talked in a deep gruff voice that came from his tummy. "HOW ARE YOU TODAY, LITTLE CHILDREN? HOW ARE YOU?"

And he had a little fat wife who talked in a high tiny little squeak of a voice the size of a cricket . . ."How are you today, little children? how are you?"

They lived in a funny little yellow house on the road that crossed the bridge over the river. They had a little flower garden down by the river where Mrs. Lornie worked every morning. She would put on the biggest straw hat that she could find, and then she would call from under it in her little tiny voice: "goodby, mr. Lornie. I must go and water my blue amaryllis before the sun is high."

And Mr. Lornie would take his fishing rod down off the wall and say in his deep gruff voice, "GOODBYE, MRS. LORNIE. I WILL CATCH YOU SOME SOME FISH OUT OF THE RIVER TO COOK FOR SUPPER." And all the birds in the trees went Twee twee twee, cheer cheer cheer, and Mr. Lornie went off to catch some fish for supper. And Mrs. Lornie went out to her flower garden by the river to water her blue amaryllis before the sun was high.

It was a fine blue day on the river, and the fish were jumping and leaping and curving through the water. Mr. Lornie threw his line far out over the water, and then he leaned back in his seat and began to sing in a deep gruff voice way down in his tummy:

THE FROG IS IN THE POND CHUG CHUG-A-LUG CHUG-A-LUG

THE BIRDS ARE IN THE SKY WHY SO HIGH.

And when the fish heard such singing rumbling over the river, they swam far away to the shady banks and hid among the cool dark rocks.

In the meantime Mrs. Lornie had gone out in her garden. She was just about to sprinkle the blue amaryllis when what do you think she saw? Something under the blue amaryllis leaves sound asleep - lightning bugs, sound asleep in the daylight on the back of the amaryllis leaves. "Dear dear," said Mrs. Lornie in her high, tiny voice the size of a cricket - "dear dear dear, what shall I do?"

little lightning bugs I can't sprinkle you. what shall I do, what shall I do? For the little black and yellow striped lightning bugs were sound asleep with their lights out.

So Mrs. Lornie left the blue amaryllis alone and went over to her pink and red rose bushes. And what do you think she saw? Something on and under the rose leaves crawling all around. They were little brown rose bugs eating up all Mrs. Lornie's red and pink rose bushes. So Mrs. Lornie laughed her very highest and squeakiest laugh. ‘Now I know just what I'll do! Little rose bugs I'll sprinkle you. That's what I'll do, that's what I'll do!”

So she turned her sprinkling can upside down right over those rose bugs and swished as many of them as she could off of her rose bushes and got the rest of them all wet. Then she weeded the weeds out of her hollyhocks and sprinkled her petunias and weeded her phlox, and then she picked a bunch of pink and purple stocks. And she picked some red roses for Mr. Lornie's room for Mr. Lornie dearly loved red roses. Then she went home under her big hat to see if Mr. Lornie had come home yet with some sunfish for supper.

As she passed along the path near the river, she heard Mr. Lornie singing an old song out across the water in his deep gruff voice:

DID YOU EVER GO A-FISHING ON A HOT SUMMER'S DAY AND SEE THE LITTLE FISHES IN THE WATER PLAY WITH THEIR HANDS IN THEIR POCKETS AND THEIR POCKETS IN THEIR PANTS WATCH THE LITTLE FISHES DO THE HOOTCHIE-COOTCHIE DANCE.

"why," said Mrs. Lornie, "my, my, my. this will never do. Mr. Lornie will never catch a sunfish unless he is as quiet as a mouse." And she called out across the water in her wee small voice of a cricket, "oh Mr. Lornie, shhhhhhh. wait till you catch some fish before you sing, or you will frighten all the sunfish in the river"

So Mr. Lornie kept very quiet, and there was no sound of his voice on the river for a long time. But still no fish would bite his hook. Either he had frightened all the fish in the river away from his boat, or all the fish in the river had gone to sleep. The sun rose high in the sky when Mr. Lornie ate the good lunch Mrs. Lornie had put in the basket for him. The sun was right over Mr. Lornie's head, and still the fish didn't bite. Mr. Lornie chewed and swallowed his sandwiches so quietly that he could hardly hear himself on the river. But still the fish didn't bite. The sun rode high across the sky and Mr. Lornie didn't say a word, and the sun went down the sky in the west, but the fish didn't bite.

Mr. Lornie wanted to call out in his deep gruff voice, "HO ALL YOU FISHES THAT SWIM IN THE BROOK! WAKE UP AND BITE AT MY HOOK!" But he remembered what Mrs. Lornie said about frightening away the fish with his deep gruff voice, and he didn't say a word. And there was no round ripple on the river, and no fish nibbled at his hook. Mr. Lornie sat there still as a book.

It was so quiet there on the river that Mr. Lornie fell sound asleep. And no fish nibbled at his hook, and the sun went down the sky toward the land in the west, and Mr. Lornie didn't wake up. When the sun got red and started to go below the edge of the land, it was almost supper time.

Mrs. Lornie had put red roses in the center of the table, and had made a big green salad and was cooking the vegetables. But Mr. Lornie didn't come home with any sunfish for supper. He didn't come home at all.

So Mrs. Lornie went down to the bank of the river. And she called across the river in her high tiny squeak of a voice, in her wee small voice of a cricket: "Mr. Lornie, oh Mr. Lornie. come home with those sunfish for supper."

But all was quiet on the river, and the sun was going down. Mr. Lornie was asleep and never heard Mrs.Lornie's tiny little squeak of a voice on the river. So Mrs. Lornie called louder across the river in a voice the size of a mouse: "Oh, Mr. Lornie, come home with those sunfish for supper."

But there was no answer, and all was quiet on the river. Mr. Lornie was sound asleep on the river, and he didn't hear Mrs. Lornie's soft little voice the size of a mouse. So Mrs. Lornie began to chatter in a voice the size of a squirrel. "Oh Mr. Lornie, come home with those sunfish for supper!"

But all was quiet on the river. Mr. Lornie stayed sound asleep. Then Mrs. Lornie stood on the shore and shouted across the river in a voice the size of an E L E P H A N T:

"M R. L O R N I E WWAAKK E U P! "

When that great deep voice the size of an E L E P H A N T came rumbling over the river and reachedMr. Lornie's ears, he woke up with a bang. "My goodness," said Mr. Lornie in a sleepy voice the size of a grasshopper. "I've fallen asleep and where are my sunfish for supper?" Then he stood up in the boat and waved his hat to show Mrs. Lornie he was coming. But there were no sunfish in the boat for supper.

Mr. Lornie's fish line was tied to the end of the boat where he had left it when he fell asleep. 'I'm coming," he yelled across the water to Mrs. Lornie as he went to pull in his fish line. But his voice had gotten so small while he was asleep that it wasn't much bigger than a cat. So Mr. Lornie coughed four times as he pulled in his fish line, to get back his deep gruff voice. "BUT WHAT IS THIS?"

"HO, HO," said Mr. Lornie as he pulled in his line. "THERE'S A WIGGLING FISH ON MY HOOK." His line was heavy as he pulled it up. And there on the end of this line on the two fish hooks were two flapping fat sunfish. The roundest flattest fattest sunfish Mr. Lornie had ever pulled out of the river. So Mr. Lornie pulled them in the boat, and then he leaned back in his seat and began to sing once more in a deep gruff voice in his tummy as he rowed to shore:

THE FROG IS IN THE POND CHUG CHUG-A-LUG CHUG-A-LUG

THE BIRDS ARE IN THE SKY WHO SO HIGH?

And when he got to shore, Mrs. Lornie said in her tiny little voice, "what wonderful fish you have caught, Mr. Lornie!"

And they went home to supper.

MANNERS RECORD

Good Morning!

Who are you?

I am a dirty pig. Who are you?

I am a clean pig.

(CLEAN PIG SOUND) (DIRTY PIG SOUND) (Sound of animals) How do you do?

The Baboon – eating Parrots – screaming and yelling Raccoons – washing all of the time Beavers – working together

My apple Copy cat Sheep Otters …..

Owls saying “Good Night” Skunk prowl about stinking

THE MOON BALLOON

On July tenth, four animals Decided to go to the moon. So they bought a balloon And off they went.

“I hear the moon is Made of green cheese,” Said the mole.

“I am told there’s a man in the moon,” said the baboon.

“I expect to find a golden lion there,” said the lion.

“I expect to get there soon,” said the monkey.

They saw a lot of moonlight, But they never got to the moon that night. But some Night they will. The important thing is to keep going up.

MUSICAL MOTHER GOOSE

Music by Hayden, Handel, Mozart, Tchaikowsky, Thysius, Boccerinni, Dittersdorf and others. Adaptation of words from original rhyme about mother goose. First and last verse from original, other verses improvised

Old Mother Goose

When she wanted to wander would ride through the air On a very fine gander.

Old Mother Goose knew songs but no tune and she muttered her songs As she flew round the moon. She never though the needed a tune

Then Mozart and Hayden and Thysius and all dragged, Mother Goose to a Musical Ball They waltzed her about to a jig and a tune Till humming teir music she flew back to the moon

That same day some music flew up to the stars Music of Handel, Tchaikowsky on Mars

The music flew up the hours swept by Until all the world’s music had flown to the sky

And old Mother Goose changing her tune Sang words to their music and she flew round the moon And these are the words and this is the tune

MUSIC (Medley of tunes and words to follow) sounding far off comes nearer as wrong music is played for Hey Diddle the Cat and the Fiddle. For instance, a familiar wrong tune, such as, My Country Tis of Thee, which is obviously very slow and wrong for these words.)

But I don’t need you music cried Old Mother Goose My words have their music your music is loose

My Hey Diddle Diddle to buy a fat pig Has more music in it than your classic jig

Than spoke Boccerinni a very fat man I have a diddle diddle dumpling whose music will stand Diddle Diddle Dumpling that’s very good music cried Old Mother Goose Now play me some more and play like the deuce

If you know better music than Old Mother Goose

(Tune by Mozart: There Were Two Small Birds That Sat on a Stone)

I love this young man squealed Old Mother Goose Play me another or I’ll slide down a sleuce

(Tune by Mozat: There was a little man who had a little gun)

Mozart than made her a courtly low bow And disappeared in the air with that moon jumping cow Then Hayden appeared to the left of the moon And before the Queen of Hearts presented his tune

(Tune by Hayden: The Queen of Hearts)

Then Stravinsky a gentleman given to dumping His discords on ballet appeared with his thumping Band mother goodse cried take away what I heard It sounds like an engine backed up to a bird

MUSIC (Then Stravinsky or some musical villain started to play and drowned out all words for the rest of the day)

Until with a great clapping of goose wings Mother Goose protests

Then Stravinsky, a gentleman given to dumping His discords on ballet appeared with his thumping And mother goose cried take away what I heard It sounds like an engine backed up to a bird

Quiet Mother Goose and listen again to Handel’s own music On which must depend whether you shall have music or not in the end

(MUSIC Tune by Handel: Old Woman Shall We Go a Shearing)

(Tune by Handel: We’re All in the Dumps. Mother goose starts to recite Little Cock Sparrow Stravinsky or some musical villain comes pounding in again. Drowning out her words wrong tune for little cock sparrow.)

Take it away that ridiculous tune

It makes a fine march for a heavy dragoon My little Cock Sparrow was sung on the moon

By birds and by children without any tune

Hold on Mother Goose here’s a melody here

By a musician named Haydn

With a sensitive ear So your little cock sparrow has nothing to fear

(MUSIC tune by Haydn: Little Cock Sparrow)

Now play me a tune said Old Mother Goose

That doesn’t need words And we’ll all sign a truce And so she was quiet that Old Mother Goose

MUSIC (Play a light amusing good melody without any words)

(MUSIC followed by suddenly tune by Thysius Title: Hark, Hark the Dogs Do Bark)

Not bad, not bad clapped Old Mother Goose Try another

(Tune by Tchaikowsky Title: “jack Spratt”)

Who is this funny man who stretches out my leane He might just as well to make his notes to fall more cleane

The man is Tchaikowsky Who stretches out your leane Your song is not for him Your words do not fall cleane

Voice with a bad cold mocking: When he was a boy at night he screamed aloud in bedde Saying that the tunes he’s heard were still there in his heade

Voice of Mother Goose: Quickly try another

(Tune by Dittesdorf: Title “Tommy Snooks”) (Music Tune by ___ Title: “The Rose is Red, the Violet’s Blue”)

Delightful, delightful sighed Old Mother Goose With some of your music I’ll now take a cruise

(Tune by Haydn: Title: “twinkle Twinkle Little Star”)

Then Old Mother Goose her Goose saddled soon And mounting his back flew off of the moon

(MUSIC “Twinkle Twinkle Litle Star” Growing fainter, fainter, then fade out.)

(Sketch for a ballet)

The (American) woman was tired as she slept. Too tired to dream. Exhausted by her day ahead. Or perhaps she dreamed of some far-off girlish unimportance. Something she had forgotten and then remembered in a dream. So she dreamed.

Then dawn came and the specters of the U.S.A. flashed about her. Heavy gaunt men of national importance. And the women of the postage stamps and the Liberty Loan stamps came and the visage of Liberty peeked at her from the other side of a dime.

Then an older woman in appearance, if not in age, a gaunt pioneer woman, a strong woman, came and sat beside her and held her hand. The gaunt pioneer woman (the feminine counterpart of Uncle Sam) laid her hand on the sleeping woman’s forehead. Smiled at the painted visage of Liberty and walked away to the hand of the plow.

To the tune of My Country ‘Tis of Thee Sweet Land of Liberty Nobody knows but Jesus. The woman stretched. Began to awake in her sleep.

Then the little images of National Importance, Girl Scouts, boy Scouts, and Gold Dust Twins and the Dionne Quintuplets come pushing out a screen image of the woman Liberty. The screen hid the sleeping woman and the little figures of National Importance went away. American birds sang and danced on the stage – the eagle, the cardinal, the crow and the woodpecker, and the mockingbird. American radio programs went on. The news of the day. And rivets were heard. The movement Westward moving upward. Tall skyscrapers arose beyond the window.

Then the sound of coughing, gargling, soapsuds and water and tooth brushing came from behind the screen. Then silence. . .and “My Day”

Through the paper image of the woman “Liberty” stepped Mrs. Roosevelt, with her hat on, like a triumphant poodle jumping through a paper circus ring. Her day begins.

She tosses aside and behind her the well-known breakfast foods – force, vim, crunch, pep, etc. Beyond the window the scene changes to a mining settlement, to an airplane, to a hospital, to a fiddler’s contest in the hills, to a dress fitting, to the launching of a submarine, named Eleanor, to tea at the White House with a girls’ school, to a reception of the Colonial Dames.

Between these events, a secretary, a clock, a news reporter and Father Time bow and click their heels in a dance of Time.

For each event she puts on a mask handed to her by Uncle Sam. Tired, she takes off her mask. She looks older now and younger in an unpainted plain faced sort of a way.

She goes into her own small personal dance, graceful as a New England apple tree. A dance of exhausted energy. A dance of renewing energy filling the great American personality vacuum, all energy spent.

She looks for her children. They wave to her from fast trains and planes speeding past the window. Movie cameras clicking.

She looks for her husband behind the door and finds a smiling statute of National Importance. She shakes hands with a lot of important women.

Then her reserve fund of energy is gone and she sits in the rocking chair without rocking, even though the chair is at an active angle. Before her pass streams of images from other days. A double stream of images. The past and the present pass simultaneously before her. Young Bostonians with picnic baskets, girls in bloomers with hockey sticks, young men in white flannels with tennis racquets, the young Franklin D. Roosevelt in a straw hat and a bathing suit, war workers, her mother looking for her, Teddy Roosevelt looking for something. One of her children runs to her, brings her a toy to mend or a stocking to darn.

And at the same time in measured time pass the events of the day – of My Day yesterday and today for the last year or so, the King and Queen, the Youth Congress, Resettlement Projects, N.R.A. Blue Eagles, Countless initials – N.R.A., .W.P.A., A.A.A., N.A.E.S., etc. letter combinations that sprang up during the New Deal.

Guns boom beyond the windows. Battleships pass in Review, the Fleet. Planes fly by in formation.

The woman watches them and slowly she begins to rock again till there is enough energy to send her to her feet.

Then she goes the way of all sleepy people, and she says her prayers and goes to bed. Outside bombs burst beyond the window, election noises, taxis, boat whistles. The woman looks beyond the window. Manana. . . she says.

THE NOON BALLOON

The Noon Balloon Will be leaving soon For the Sun or the Moon And wherever it goes It will get there too soon

Aboard was a lion And a crazy baboon In the Noon Balloon And a monkey, a troll And a half made mole On this trip to the Moon

And to lands far away From Every Day Where they could arrive But never stay For long

So the Noon Balloon Is returning soon From the Sun or the Moon And whenever it comes It will get here too soon.

NOTHING BUT BUNNIES

There was a world in which they were nothing but bunnies. Everyone was a bunny. The mothers and fathers were bunnies, so of course the children were bunnies. And the aunts and uncles were bunnies, and the cousins were bunnies, and of course all the brothers and sisters were bunnies, and the babies were bunnies, too. Everyone was a bunny. And all day long, they went about in their little bunny busyness as usual. The world of the bunnies was made of green grass and sunshine and dandelions and the wild yellow carrots which, of course, group under the ground.

In this world of bunnies day was night and night was day, for night was the time for the bunnies to run about in the darkness and the moonlight. Houses were holes in roads and tunnels through the tall green grass and feed for the fastest things to get around on. In this world everyone was a bunny. It would have seemed very funny not to be a bunny.

OUT OF THE SEA

I was standing by the sea

The day the ocean came to me

On the sand

I heard it roar

I saw it wave BIG They said "The child looks grave"

I said nothing Then I ran But to it across the sand I touched the ocean It was wet

THE PALE BLUE FLOWER

All the butterflies in the world were flying in the air, up in the air across the sky. They were looking for one pale small flower that was blue, the pale blue flower that was hard to find. They flew over the daisy fields, the green and white fields. They flew over the wheat fields where the scarlet poppies grew, and the deep blue cornflowers, green and red and blue. They flew over the people’s gardens, over the wild yellow jonquils bent in the wind, and the purple hyacinths, purple as the night. They flew over green lawns where sudden little crocuses appeared in the grass, yellow and white and lavender, like colored Easter eggs. They flew all over the world in the spring looking for the pale blue flower that was hard to find.

They flew, wings flashing in the sunlight. And then they came to where the children were picking wild strawberries in the woods. The children had little baskets made of sticks, and as they leaned over to pick the red strawberries they smelled the wild sharp smell and the warm quiet smell of the earth. They heard little buzzing sounds, sounds of black insects in the grass, and they saw the shadows of butterflies flying around along the ground. All around, the sun was warm, golden warm on the children’s backs.

Then almost by accident the little boy found the small blue flower, the pale blue flower that was hard to find. He just found it. He saw it there in the grass and he called to other children, “Look. It is a small blue flower that I have never seen before.” And the other children came running to see. “Let’s pick it,” said one of the children, but the little boy said, “No. Let’s leave it here to grow. There are not many pale blue flowers like this in the world.”

So they left the flower and went on picking the red strawberries. And all the butterflies in the world flew away back to the other flowers where they got their honey. They had seen the small blue flower that was hard to find. And the small blue flower is still growing in the grasses where children sometimes find it by accident, suddenly. A pale blue flower, like a small blue star in the green grass.

PIGWILLIAM PUMPKIN

Pigwilliam found a pumpkin and he got Into it

And the pumpkin began to Purrrrrrrrrrrr

And the Pumpkin’s eyes turned green And it had a long fur tail

And no one knew where Pigwilliam was

PIG WILLIAM’S CHRISTMAS

It was very quiet. Quiet as a tangerine, Quiet as a nut. Quiet as cranberry sauce. When all of a sudden the sound of a mouse Made Pigwilliam jump up and run through the house. He ran to the closet to take to take a dark look, He looked on the able and under a book. Then to his surprise he was under a tree With too many lights for a sleep cat to see. He blinked his eyes but it wasn’t a mouse Who came creeping and crawling up the side of the house. The animals’ Santa Claus jumped into the room With presents galore tied to an old broom.

A bone for the dog for the mouse green cheese, And catnip to make Pigwilliam sneeze. An egg for the hen, for the cow sweet hay, A hat for the horse to wear on a hot summer’s day. And no one woke up who lived in the house To see under the trees a cat at peace with a mouse. It was very quiet. Quiet as a tangerine. Quiet as a nut. Quiet as cranberry sauce.

POEM FOR A DEAD KITTEN

A Poem for Sneakers

The willow leaves are on the tree In fields the season of the bee Comes again. But in the ground A little fur animal makes no sound. O willow tree above my head May your roots in kindness spread Around my little cat that’s dead.

PUSSY WILLOW SONG

There was a cat, a magic cat (1) Who was so small, so small That he was no bigger than a pussy willow He used a ladybug (*) for a pillow And on moonlight nights in the early Spring When the peepers peep you would hear him sing On bright moonlight nights in the soft early Spring.

O Pussy willow, the kitten would sing Gray Pussy willows and first sign of Spring You come with the Spring all furry and warm Then summer begins and poof, you are gone.

O Pussy willow, The kitten would purr Magic flowers all covered with fur Now you are here and now you are near(3) Then all of a sudden you disappear(4)

O Pussy willow, the little birds sing Gray Pussy willows, soft promise of Spring You come with the Spring all furry and warm The summer begins and poof, you are gone.

O Pussywillow, the wise owl would hoot Guard your secret as dark as a root Lest someone should guess, (5) Lest someone should hear That you will return in the Spring of the year

Oh secret(6) flowers that grow in the Spring Your secret is kept by the wild birds that sing Till Spring comes again and you will return When Spring comes again then you will return

ALTERNATIVE WORDS

1 a catkin cat

(*)Snowdrop or peeper

2 the small cat would sing 3 then you disappear

4 for another long year 5 or someone should hear 6 little fur

VERSION TWO Sudden as a pussy willow. Sudden as the Spring

Flowers start to happen and the birds begin to sing.

When the pussy willows happen and the sun shines warm Spring is under way and the little birds are born.

But when peepers start to peep and the sun shines warm Spring has gone too far and the pussy willows are gone.

So pick your pussy willows for they won’t last long Gather pussy willows at the first birdsong.

So when pussy willows happen and the sun shines warm I walk in the woods when the young bees swarm Or where the bumblebees swarm.

THE RABBIT AND THE MOON

Once upon a time at sundown a wolf caught a cottontail rabbit, grabbed him by his cotton tail as he jumped out of the bushes.

"Well, here you are", said the Wolf out of the corner of this mouth as he trotted along with the Rabbit hanging by his tail. "Here I am", said the Rabbit, "and how hungry are you?"

"Quite hungry", said the Wolf, still talking out of the corner of his mouth so as not to let go of the cottontail between his front teeth. "How would you like a round, white, big, fresh cheese?" asked the Rabbit. "Very much," said the Wolf still talking out of the side of his mouth and beginning to drool at the corners. "Nothing like a big cool round juicy cheese beaten out of white milk and cooled in a spring."

The Wolf just drooled and held on tight. The Rabbit was getting out of breath because he was upside down so he thought fast and used his breath to speak in a few words only.

"There is such cheese," said the Rabbit. "Where?" said the Wolf, still out of the corner of his mouth, for the Rabbit was fat and heavy and the Wolf had to arch his neck to carry him and darkness was coming and the Wolf wanted to get home to supper. "Near," said the Cottontail Rabbit.

The Wolf trotted along - It was dark and a full round white moon rose into the sky. "Nearer," said the Cottontail Rabbit. "How near?" said the Wolf.

The Rabbit waited until they got alongside a little black pool of water."Here" squeaked the Rabbit Cool in the Pool.

The Wolf looked - - and behold there in the pool was a large white round shining wet cheese.

He stopped. Put down the Cottontail Rabbit keeping a heavy paw on him so he couldn't get away and bit at the cheese in the pool. But all he got was a mouthful of water.

"You have to drink the pool dry to get the cheese," said the Rabbit. So the Wolf started drinking and he drank and he drank. And he drank and he drank until most of the pool was inside of him. This made him very heavy and fat and slow. He had drunk himself silly.

So the Cottontail Rabbit slipped from under his paw and walked away. And when he got his breath he said, "A moon in a pool makes good cheese for a fool".

RABBIT DANCE

When the moon is full

The Rabbit dances Thumps on the rock And off he prances Around and around The Rabbit dances Thumps on the ground And off he prances

THE RABBIT DOCTOR

(Also see The Mouse and the Doctor)

Once there was a little fur bunny who was very, very, very sick. O O O and Ouch! So he slid away to the bunny doctor. The bunny doctor said, "Open your mouth wide and say 'Rabbit'". The little bunny couldn't. He had too many pumpkin seeds and beans stuck in his teeth.

"Oh OH OH" said the bunny doctor. "You have eaten too much. Take a mustard seed." And he gave him one. And the little bunny ran home and felt immediately better.

He felt so good the next day he thought he would eat a little carrot cake. He got up early to eat. And he ate some. And some more. And some more. And then about noon, while he was sleeping off his cake, the flies and bees woke up and they started buzzing all about him and even bit him. The little bunny woke up suddenly. And he ran and ran and ran, and ran to the bunny doctor.

He burst into the doctor's office, knocking all of the other patients out of the room. "The flies and bees are after me" he cried. "So So So" said the bunny doctor, poking him about the stomach and ribs. The flies were trying to eat him because they knew he was full of cake.

One day in the firelight, the little bunny got scared. A great big bunny shadow kept following him around and jumping at him in the candle light. So he took his little lantern and ran through the woods to the bunny doctor.

"What is it? What is it? What is it?" said the doctor. The bunny doctor always said everything three times. It sounded more professional and made people feel better.

"A shadow jumped at me in the firelight," said the bunny.

"Who jumped first?" asked the doctor.

"I did," said the bunny.

"The shadow is your own," said the doctor. "You have to jump before your shadow can jump. Look behind you." And there it was - a little gray bunny shadow. The doctor flashed his flashlight at it and it vanished in the light.

"What a funny little bunny," he said, tickling the bunny in the ribs with a feather. "There are six rules in life," said the bunny doctor. "I have forgotten the first five. But the sixth rule is, 'Laugh at yourself as often as at others.'"

And the little bunny laughed and felt better. Then the doctor gave him a grain of salt."What shall I do with this?" asked the bunny.

"Take yourself with it," said the bunny doctor. "And don't get sick again."

THE RABBIT FAMILY

Once upon a time, in a hollow stump Lived one little rabbit with One Little mother and One Little father and Two little sisters and Three little brothers and Four little uncles and Five little aunts and Six little cousins and Seven little second cousins and Eight little third cousins and Two little grandmothers and Two little grandfathers and Four great grandmothers and Four great grandfathers and Eight great great grandmothers and Eight great great grandfathers and Sixteen great great great grandmothers and Sixteen great great great grandfathers and One little rabbit doll made out of a carrot It didn't last long They were a big warm rabbit family, all in one clump And they all lived together in a hollow stump With one little rabbit who was learning how to jump.

A RABBIT PLAY

(MWB notes: A very young play based on a lot of playback and forth to the audience)

The Bunnies were having a play. There were seven of them. One, two, three, and the other four were in the woods waiting to hop out. Why didn't they? Wait and see.

White rabbit: "Well, '' said the Bunnies, "We must have a stage."

White rabbit: We must have a stage to act on.

Black rabbit: Somewhere where everyone in the forest can see us.

Blue rabbit: Even the smallest bug. (Glaring down at the audience)

White rabbit: Up in a tree.

Black rabbit: Up in a tree.

White rabbit: (Turning to Blue rabbit) You stay here, my only long-eared love and see if you can see us.

The two dumb bunnies try to climb a tree with drastic results. They try to climb feet first, backwards, fall down, knock each other down, etc., in a hullabaloo that sends the little wired squirrels scurrying up and down the branches.

Finally, stumped on their haunches, they consider.

White rabbit: In the first place, we can't climb trees.

Black rabbit: In the second place, no bunny can climb a tree.

Blue rabbit: In the third place (wiggling his nose and nodding with'grave significance) The Cat.

At the mention of the Cat, all the bunnies shudder and shake.

White rabbit: I suppose he has to come?

At this the Cat peeks from behind the curtain and waves a paw at the audience

White rabbit: Yes, he has to come. Because a play is something anyone can come to.

Black rabbit: Even children?

Blue rabbit: Even monkeys?

The bunnies stare out at the audience as though they saw several children and several monkeys. The bunnies wave to them. At that to a curious music, a boat drifts under the bridge and down the forest stream. In it are three flashing poles.

Blue rabbit: A boat will be our stage.

And all the bunnies run to the bridge and jump down into the boat as the boat drifts under the bridge.

Black rabbit: Stop it. Stop the boat before we get out of sight.

White rabbit: Clings to a root of the shore and holds the boat there. The stream flows by.

Black rabbit: Out of sight of who?

Blue rabbit: The animals who have come to the play. Don’t you see them? The bugs, the fishes, the field mice and the pussycats. See them?

White rabbit: And monkeys with children and children with monkeys.

Big play as they point to different people in the audience. A few of them could be planted there with instruments that make animal noises to respond to the rabbits when the rabbits point at them.

White rabbit: See that old walrus. (Grunt of musical instrument in audience)

Black rabbit: And that peep squeak (Squeak of a little peep whistle)

Blue rabbit: And that cricket (Cricket tin chirper)

White rabbit: And the elephant lady with the green hat on (Trombone horn)

Black rabbit: And the bear with her two little bears (GRrrr, whump, whump)

Blue rabbit: And the horses from Connecticut (Horses Whiney)

White rabbit: And the whales (Two spurts of water off stream)

Black rabbit: And the deers (antlers in the front row)

Blue rabbit: And the monkeys. I never saw so many monkeys.

White rabbit: And the rabbits (The other four rabbits peer out of the woods)

Black rabbit: And the cat. (The cat prowls over the bridge and sits down a safe place away on the bank of the stream.)

The rabbits start fishing.

Cat sings The Fish With the Deep Sea Smile. Rabbits pantomime the action in the slowly rocking boat. Here include music and words –See photostats.

Bunny holding the root lets go and the boat drifts downstream off the stage. At the end all the animals clap their paws.

Curtain

THE RABBIT WHO WANTED TO BE A MAN

Once there was a happy rabbit. All he did was nibble daisies and clover, and once in a while he stole a carrot from a farmer’s field. He was so happy that his tail turned up and his nose wiggled.

But one day the happy rabbit said, “I would like to be a man. Men have everything. They have fields and fields of carrots and turnips and lettuce, and what do I have? All I have is a little hole in the ground.”

“The first thing,” he said, “is to find a good farm” He did that. “Second, I hire some helpers to do the work.” He did that. “Third, I get some seed.” He did that. He stole some seed out of a farmer’s barn.

Then when the seeds were planted he walked around and said, “HO! I am just as good as a man.”

The turnips grew. They looked wonderful. They looked so good that the rabbit said, “I think I will taste them.” Tasting and tasting, he ate them all up. “And now, what will I pay those helpers with?”

When they came, he had nothing. “If you do not pay us we will stop working. We will strike,” said the helpers.

“Oh, I will pay you, don’t worry. Just wait till I go to the bank,” said the rabbit. He walked along the road and met a cockroach. “Good morning, Mr. Cockroach. How would you like to buy a lot of fine turnips?”

“I will buy them if you let me have them cheap.”

“Oh, very cheap. Five dollars. I have just planted them but I need the money to pay my helpers. I will let you know when they are ready.”

“All right,” said the cockroach, and he gave the rabbit five dollars. They shook hands and the rabbit scampered home to pay his helpers.

Bong, Bong, Bong, Bong Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping Boff, Boff, Biff, Biff Four o’clock in the Town of the Punctual Clocks.

It was four o’clock in the afternoon when they went into the cookie shop. The cookie shop window is a Hansel and Gretel cream, and chocolate poufs and puffs. And a string along the window ledge had keys and locks all made of chocolate cookies to unlock the appetite and the imagination of a child (or anyone who had ever been a child) both at the same time.

THE RACCOON SONG

Soon soon by the light of the moon The big round glorious warm full moon I’ll climb a tree and then you’ll see That I’m not a rabbit and you aren’t me

RAT THAT SAID BOO TO A CAT

Once there was a rat. And if there was anything that he did not like, it was cats. He jumped when he saw a cat. And he did not like them.

He lived in the barn under the cement near an old dump heap where the farmer threw all the old rotten vegetables better than ice cream or fudge or chicken soup.

Now this might have been a very pleasant life that the rat was living, but there was one big brother in his life. The Cat. The cat that lived in the stable loved to eat fat rats; so that whenever the rat was nibbling a ripe rotten pumpkin, he had to keep one eye moving around to make sure that the cat was not creeping up on him. For he was a nice fat rat, the kind any cat would find simply delicious. And he knew it. So he always rolled his eyes round and round as he ate. One day as he was gnawing through a tough green cucumber with his long sharp teeth, his rolling eyes saw a black pointed ear wiggle just a little bit over near the barn door. It was the cat. The black surreptitious slinking cat peeking over the edge of a bucket of water. But the rat kept on gnawing faster and faster, because he didn’t want the cat to know that he had seen him. It was safer to keep on eating and then stroll away to some nice safe hole in the ground where the cat couldn’t follow. But there would be no dessert today. In fact…it was time not to stroll but to dart away. Zip! The rat was off as fast as his claws could scratch up the ground.

And zip, the cat was after him, going about thirty miles an hour. The only trouble was that the cat was between the rat and the barn, so that the rat had to run around a bit before he could get back to his hole under the cement.

So zip he ran here and there, and zip the cat came running. Zip across a water trough. Zip through the garden. Zip, zip, zip!

And the cat came running after him.

Finally the little rat was so fat and so tired that he knew that he could only run about two more minutes. What must he do? He thought as he ran. One minute was gone. He thought very quickly now. Another minute was almost gone when the rat turned and stopped, and rolling his eyes at the galloping cat, said “Boo!”

REMEMBER AND NEVER FORGETt

Remember and never forget Remember this Your first snowstorm White And quiet in the night

And your first swim The water was wet And soft around you

And the first hot day When water came out of your skin And rolled down you You were so hot

RIDICULOUS CLOCK

Tick tock, tick tock

A most ridiculous clock

Summer and winter

It never stopped Tick tock

Ten o’clock Tick tock

Eleven o’clock

Tick tock, tick tock

A most ridiculous clock Tick tock, tick tock

A most pictorial punctual clock

Lunch o’clock and play o’clock And bed o’clock

To the same old Tick tock, tick tock

As the most ridiculous grown-up clock

RIDICULOUS NOISY BOOK

Did you ever hear a fish exploding?

Or electricity rushing about the world?

Or a toothbrush thinking? Or an atom exploding?

And did you ever hear a lump of sugar squeak? Or a bottle whistle? Or a rabbit grunt? Or the ocean sigh? Or the air hiss? Or the quietness of space? No?

Well, the little dog, Muffins, once heard a lump of sugar squeak. A lady dropped it in a cup of boiling tea and the sugar bubbled and squeaked and Muffins heard it. He really did. And he heard bacon popping.

And one day he heard a flock of little birds flying through the air. And another day he heard the thunder before the thunder crashed and before he saw the lightning.

He heard the wind whistle across the top of a bottle and it sounded like a boat going far away.

He heard the sound of the ocean roaring in a shell. He heard the sound of a dog barking in his dreams. He heard the sound of a lion purring in a dreaming cat. But he never heard a snowshoe rabbit cry out as he ran through the snow.

He heard the snow hissing, and in a submarine he heard whales whistling under the sea. And the long lonesome squeal of a porpoise. He heard the roar of a wheel turning when there was only one on the street.

He heard as the day went from early morning to late evening the sound of the morning, the sound of the evening, and the busy hum of noon.

Early in the morning

The horses trot about The engines move singly Cars come out Birds are still in the dark

At noon he heard the busy feet

Tap, tap, tapping on the busy street And the grind of gears

And the roar of Wheels

And the rubber tires

He heard the clatter of coins in the store Where people bought more and more Things to carry home To the clatter of dishes That were their own Lunch being cooked for them.

In the evening the shadows grew long and still Cars disappeared over the hill And people moved slowly home As night came down Soft and Still And darkness fell, and quiet. At night the wind howled And the owls flew slowly On slow heavy wings In the dark tree tops Where no birds stay at night But there were a lot of sounds Muffins never had heard Either in his world or in his dreams

Did he ever hear a cow sing? No

Or a pear whistle? No

Or trees groan? Or snow hiss?

Or fire pop?

Or a dog dream?

Or birds wings cutting the air?

Did he ever hear the sun come up?

Or the sun go down?

Second Version of Ridiculous Noisy Book

This is a green toothbrush, thinking about a boy running. This is a picture of a germ eating. Here is a picture of the morning beginning. Here is a picture of Mr. Nobody. He walks through walls and hides in front of you.

This is a little house running in deep grass and a boy running away from it.

This is a picture of a bicycle thinking. Here is a boy sitting on a bicycle and he can't reach the handlebars, and he can't reach the pedals, and the bicycle is thinking.

This is a picture of a bear whistling to a kitten. This is a kitten purring beside a lion, who is also purring. This is Muffins listening to see if he hears a man smoking.

ROBIN'S ROOM

When he was a little boy, he left his things all over the house.

He hollered when he woke up in the morning.

He left a sneaker full of sand in his mother's bed.

He took the mice away from the cat and tied them to chairs.

He hid his toys under the rug.

He painted pictures on the doors and windows.

He sawed off corners of the chairs.

And he planted flowers in the bathtub.

And he locked himself up in a closet.

"What will we ever do with this child," they said.

"He is underfoot, overhead, in our hair and all over the place."

"Give him a room of his own," said the cat.

So when he was five years old they took him to a new door and said, "In there is your own room."

Robin opened the door and there was his room.

"How do you like it?" they asked.

"Ouch!" said Robin. "Don't you like it!" they asked.

"No," said Robin, "I don't," and he stamped his foot so hard that his shoe fell off. Their mouths fell open. "What now? What next!" they said.

"Give me three carpenters," said Robin.

"What for?" they asked.

"For turning the fronts of everything to the back," said Robin. His parents looked at him and at each other.

"Why not?" said his Father.

"Why not?" said his mother. "A child's room made by a child."

So they gave Robin three carpenters and all he needed to fix up a room for a five year old boy.

For one week no one was allowed in that room but Robin and the three carpenters.

But on the other side of the door they could hear hammering and smashing and tearing wood and little thuds.

What kind of a room is that child making for himself?"

Everyone wondered.

Robin didn't tell.

But inside the room this is what he was doing.

On one wall he made a strip of cork. That was to pin things on. And to unpin things as he changed them --- All sorts of things-dead butterflies and beetles, Postcards, stamps, labels, colored colors, Pictures, his own pictures, anything

On that cork wall, they would come and go.

And he had two barrels

One to throw things away in

And one to keep things in.

He painted pictures on his barrels.

And he had a closet.

And he painted pictures on his closet door which was like an easel, with a shelf for jars of paint and water and brushes, that couldn't spill when the closet door swung open.

And Robin had a workbench built for himself.

A long heavy wooden work bench. This was his table and his desk and his carpenter's bench. And he had a wonderful wide window that he could sit in. There was a place for flowers to grow beside him so that they bloomed right under his nose. He didn't have to lean over to smell them. And he planted a tree in a wooden tub in one corner of the room.

In the spring he hung cherries on his tree.

In the summer roses, In the autumn nuts, And in the winter bananas.

And his bed was a wonderful bed to behold. "Why get up?" said his uncle. "You can reach everything from your bed--Why get up?"

"Why not," said Robin.

(PICTURE---minute vista detailed sketch of the whole room as seen through a fly's eye from the ceiling or a bird's eye looking in the window.)

Everyone came to see his room. And when they saw it they said it was the best room in the house.

And his Mother came up to sit in the window and sew. And his Father brought his friends up to say goodnight. And the dog brought his bone up. And the cat brought his mouse up. And the cook said it was sure a fine room she would be bringing her stove up to cook there. But the boy said, "Oh, no you don't. This is not the whole house. This is my own room. And everyone can come up to my room except when my clock says they can't."

"What clock?" they asked.

"This clock," said Robin.

For the boy had made an enormous clockAnd over the numbers he had painted pictures of his day and from four o'clock to supper time he painted a space. That was when he could do whatever he wanted to do all by himself.

And from then on, Robin did not leave his things all over the house. He did not holler when he woke up in the morning.

He did not leave a sneaker full of sand in his mother's bed. He did not tie mice to chairs. He did not hide toys under the rugs or paint pictures on windows or saw off chair corners or plant flowers in the bathtub.

He built himself a Jeep.

THE SAD LITTLE SQUIRREL

Don't cry little rabbit

Don't cry little squirrel

The children are crying All over the world

Don't cry little rabbit Don't cry little squirrel

The mother squirrel held a very tiny little squirrel in her paws and nosed it gently. And since all love in the world sings its own songs so she sang her squirrel song to her little squirrel. And soon the little squirrel stopped his little squirrel cries and his mother sat there for a long time thinking long squirrel thoughts and cracking a nut. Squirrel thoughts are usually very short - so for a squirrel to think a long thought was most unusual. And so was her baby squirrel - most unusual.

The time had come and all the other little squirrels in the next had frisked their tails and frisked (whisked) away to live their own lives in the woods.

But this little one wouldn't go with them. And he stayed little and wouldn't grow big. And it was all most unusual, and sometimes the little squirrel was sad.

The mother squirrel loved him and was glad to have her baby for so long. But when she watched her other little squirrels go flashing by in the tree tops and whisking and frisking with each other and finding nuts and hiding nuts and cracking nuts and nibbling nuts, then she thought her long, long squirrel thoughts about her little squirrel who wouldn't grow up. He was missing the fun. He was having his little fun being little and warm and always near her. But he was missing the bird fun up high in the trees with the long daring leaps through the sky - those wonderful leaps that carry a squirrel from tree to tree and over the top of the forests.

But the little squirrel stayed at home, and at the nuts his mother gave him and kept himself warm.

The other squirrels had their own little houses - little dark warm nests that they made themselves in hollow trees. And they invited other squirrels that they liked to crawl in with them and listen to the dark black wind come sighing through the night - listen to it coming from far away down the valleys of the forest and listen to it rustling the leaves and creaking the branches around them and then blowing away, far away up the valleys beyond the treetops back into the stillness it had come from.

The wind was very mysterious to squirrels because it never stayed - it came out of stillness and returned to stillness.

A rabbit would have said that it came from nowhere and returned to nowhere. But a squirrel wouldn't say that.

And this little squirrel who stayed little just thought of it as a lullaby over his head and let it go at that. He was too little to wonder at the mystery of this wind. But he was not too little to hear it. He was not too little to sniff the breeze and to feel the wind on his little fur nose.

He was not too little not to be very busy peeking out of the nest with his bright shiny eyes and watching the world beyond his little warm world in the nest.

And this morning with his eyes closed he was listening to his mother breathing and to the quick little thuds of her heart. Of course he couldn't hear her thinking. His mother suddenly came to the end of her long thought with a startled bang in your own head.

This is what she found there: "If my little squirrel stays little and won't grow too big for the nextthen I will have to make the next smaller so that the little squirrel will be to big for it." That will at last push him out into the world of the other squirrels where he can have the big fun. For a mother could or would never push her little squirrel from the next. But if the nest got too little even for a little squirrel then he would go out by himself. Out into the wide bright windblown world of green sunlight through the green leaves and shadows and the smell of pine needles at noon on through the grass blade shadows and up through the leaf shadows to the world of other squirrels and to a little nest of his own some day.

On and on she thought into his little squirrel's future.But what about this instant she thought again with a startled bang. How can I make this nest too small for him, my little squirrel? So she tried. She crowded the nest with nuts but he ate them. She got the other little squirrels to come back into the nest but he pushed them out. She brought home some rocks but he threw them through the air. She started to get fat herself and to crowd the nest - but he didn't mind.

Then one day she didn't come home and there he was - a little sad squirrel in the next alone. Night came and she didn't come home. And he forgot his hunger and he forgot the cold in the big empty next. He forgot to close his eyes - wondering where she was. And finally he seemed to hear the leaves rustling - she needs you and the wind whispering - she needs you.

And suddenly with a bound the little squirrel was out of the nest and down the tree and across the world to find his mother and to be there when she needed him. Traveling over the ground was slow work for a little squirrel. He had to run along rabbit tracks under the juniper bushes and down skinny mouse tunnels in the tangled grass. Down and out of woodchuck holes and through hollow trees.

Finally after stumbling over mushrooms in the dark and bumping into sticks and stones and ferns and sinking into soft moss the little squirrel knew that for him there must be a quicker way. For squirrels are quick. And he was traveling very slowly. And worse than that he hadn't come to where his mother was.

Suddenly the air vibrated with the quick twitch of a tail and a chattering sound and ahead of him he saw the two shiny eyes of another squirrel. But just for an instant, for then with a scratching of little feet and a frisk and a fluff of the tail the other little squirrel was up the tree and along a branch to where the branches of another tree came very close and on and away through the treetops.

The little squirrel followed up the tree and then trusting the air he spread his four legs like wings and steering and balancing with his flowing tail he sailed through the air toward the lower branch of the next tree. And he got there. After that it was easy.

Other squirrels frisked and chattered by him. They were all going one way. And pretty soon he got there. And there was a fabulous nut tree with the ripe nuts plunking one by one on the ground. And as they landed the squirrels were there to eat them for or to carry them away.

And there was his mother peering over her nut shell as he sailed in a curved swoop to the ground. She knew right way who it was of course, because he was smaller than the other squirrels. So she went over to give him the nut she had cracked. Plunk - another nut fell to the ground and with a frisk of his tail the little squirrel ran and picked it up and cracked it himself.

The Indian summer came and passed and the yellow leaves fluttered to the ground leaving the branches bare. The frost came and Bang, Bang, Bang. The shooting season began. Hunters in red caps so they wouldn't shoot each other were shooting through the woods. The squirrels hid with their nuts in the trees. They needed lots of nuts to hide with so the little squirrel filled a hole of his own in the next tree to where his mother had her hole. He could pop his head out and chatter at her and see her when she popped her head out.

And together they listened to the songs of the wind and the songs of the rain and the long still songs of the silent night. And to their own squirrel songs:

Don't cry little rabbit

Little squirrel don't cry The hunting season Passes by Don't cry little squirrel Little squirrel don't cry

And the snow fell softly, quietly white in the night and the long winter's sleep began safe and sound and warm. The little squirrels slept in their trees. And the sad little squirrel was happy and sleepy in his own little hole, in his own little hole, growing and knowing how good it was to be a little squirrel.

SANTA CLAUS UPSIDE DOWN

At the last house in town, Santa Claus came down the chimney not right side up but upside down, so that all his toys fell out of his sack and rolled around the room- 21 toys for a girl and boy. And then Santa Claus vanished head first up the chimney before

the moon went down- without a sound in the still and silent snow-white night. Can you find 21 toys?

SCARECROW SCHOOL

Two little scarecrows were learning to scare crows at a Scarecrow School. The first little scarecrow made a BOO FACE, fidgety widget fingers, and AGHAST ARMS. The second little scarecrow made a POO FACE, Piggley wiggley fingers, floppy sloppy feet, and whirligig hurricane arms. Then the scarecrow teacher nearly scared the scarecrows to death, For the scarecrow teacher SMILED sweetly AND SEVEN BLACK CROWS FELL OUT OF A TREE.

THE SEA-SLUNG GONG

Deep in the fog

A sea-slung gong Sleepily rocks to its Ding Dong Dong

Hark to the sound Of the sea-slung gong Ding Dong Dong Ding Dong Dong

This is a warning Not a song Ding Dong Ding Dong Hark to the sound Of the sea-slung gong.

THE SHINING STONES

Rip and Sally were wading in a brook.

All around them were high mountains.

Sharp stones pricked their feet

Ice cold water pricked their legs

But they went on and on up the brook

To the place where no one had ever been before

SHOEMAKER’S SONG

As long as there are feet there will be shoes Yo, ho, ho and a rat-a-tat-tat. And as long as I have a head, let soft winds blow I won’t hear a hat, and that is that.

SLEEP LIKE A RABBIT

Sleep like a rabbit, sleep like a bear Sleep like the old cat under the chair

Tuck in your paws and lower your head Close your blinking eyes so red Take a deep breath and on your rabbit bed And now lie down.

Sleep like a polar bear asleep in the sea Flat on his back afloat in the sea Up on the waves like a boat in the sea Snoozing away like a bear on the sea.

Oh why so sleepy little mole Curled and tightly sleeping There is no noise beneath the grand And no worms sing.

Little squirrel up in a tree Resting there so sleepily Fluffy tail about your head In y our little wind rocked bed Curl up there so sleepy.

THE SLEEPY RABBIT RECORD

There was a Rabbit who ran softly about the forest at sundown, on his four fur feet telling all the animals to go to sleep.

You could hear him coming – (Sound of muffled fur feet coming nearer) (Voice measured to rhythm of sound) Hippety hop Hippety hop Hippety hop (Whisper?) (Shuffling Sound) Stop! (Voice of the Rabbit) What Little Skunk? (Shuffling Sound) Wiggle my nose!! Are you still shuffling about!

Time for all little skunks to be in their dry leafy beds.

Good night, Little Skunk – Stop stinking and go to sleep. Lippety lop Lippety lop Lippety lop Stop

Off went the Rabbit on his four fur feet telling all the animals to go to sleep -- Until he came to a deep Green Tree (Sound of the wind in the Deep Green Tree). And the Rabbit hollered high into the treetops of that Deep Green Tree Whoops –

You little red squirrels Stop all your frisking Pop into your holes Silence

Not a sound No branch snapped No nut cracked No leaf stirred

Asleep whispered the Rabbit and he went on his way through the great green forest over the soft green grass. You could hardly hear him on his soft fur feet Hippety hop

Hippety hop (diminishing sound) Hippety hop Hippety hop Hippety hop Hippety –Stop

SONG IN THE EGG

Where will you fly?

When you fly my bird.

What will you sing when you sing? In the quiet of the egg.

Did you think of a song to sing?

Or a place to fly?

Did you know the sky Was so big above you? Or that I would see you someday? {also written one day and Monday}

SONG OF A FOOT WITHOUT A SHOE

Sing me a song

O What is your song

O song of a foot without a shoe

A sad little son

O what is your

O song of myself away from you

Such a sad song

O what is your song

O song of a foot without a shoe

THE SQUEAKY BOOK

Once upon a time in the time we are now living, a box arrived at a little boy's house with something in it. Anything might have been in that box; a hat, a shoe, apples, bees, a geranium, or wooden blocks. But whatever was in this box squeaked.

The little boy could not see into the box, but he could hear into the box and he heard something squeaking and thumping around in there and it was for him. He did not open it right away because he did not know how. He had to wait for his Father to come home with a hammer and a screwdriver to open it, and pull the nails out. So he put his head close to the wooden walls of the box and sniffed it. It just smelt like fresh pinewood and the thing inside the box squeaked and it thumped.

What could it be? It was a very little squeak and he thought of all the things that made very little squeaks, bubbles in ginger ale, mice, sugar when its dropped in boiling tea, grass when you pull it through your fingers, trees when the wind bends them too far, little tiny birds when they are hungry, old ladies when they are frightened, babies when you squeeze them and crying dolls when you make them sit-up.

Then he thought of all the big things that squeaked. Elephants when they are excited, doors when they have rusty hinges, cars when they need oil, chairs when fat people sit on them, dogs' stomachs when they are hungry, big people when they tip-toe they squeak the boards, little lions would probably squeak and………………..but the box was too little for such big noises, so he started asking the box questions.

Everytime his voice stopped whatever was in the box squeaked at him. "Are you a tiger in there?" he said, "Squeak" said the thing in the box. "Are you a fish that does not need water?" he said. "Squeak" said the thing in the box. "Are you a frog?" he said, "Squeak" said the thing in the box. "Are you a girl?" he said. "Squeak" said the thing in the box etc. etc.

Just then his Father came home from work. "What are you squeaking at that box for" he asked the boy. "Squeaking, the box is squeaking at me" he said. "What is in the box?" asked the Father. "A squeak" said the boy. "Then lets open it" said the Father" and let the squeak out", and out jumped the squeak.- - - -

Squeak - Squeak - Squeak- he ran to the little boy and belonged to him.

SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK

THE STREAMLINED GHOST

The children were awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of an ant crawling across the floor.

"Pooh," said Jimmy, "that's nothing, that is just the sound of an ant crawling across the floor."

"It certainly sounds like an ant crawling across the floor," said Jane. And they both went back to sleep. But it wasn't long after that, when whiff.

"What's that?" said the children again. And they sat right up in bed. But it was only a mouse yawning over in the corner. "Only the yawn of a mouse," said Jane. And they went back to sleep.

"Now what?" said the children and they bounced out of bed and listened with all four ears.

"Now what in the world," said Jimmy. "That was the fastest noise that ever went by. It couldn't have been a ghost, ghosts don't go that fast."

"Ghosts just drift around like smoke," said Joan.

"There are all kinds of ghosts," said Jimmy, "and they all move slowly. There it goes again." What in the world?! The children put on their warmest coats and sat in the middle of the room.

"Who's afraid of a little noise like that," said Jimmy.

"It wasn't even a loud noise," said Joan.

"I'd like to see all the ghosts in the world. '' said Jimmy. "Slow pokey old ghosts and thin wispy little ghosts."

"Not all the ghosts," said Joan.

"Yes, all the ghosts," said Jimmy. "I'd like to see all the ghosts have a parade and walk across this floor right this minute."

"There it goes again." The children's eyes were as big as saucers and as round as oranges.

"If that is a ghost," said Jimmy, "it went too fast for me to see." Then - - - - - Clip Clop Clip Clop Clip Clop! They heard a noise outside the door, and into the room walked a pair of old shoes. Just a pair of old brown shoes walking across the floor.

Then - - - - - - tip tip tap tip tip tap patter patter patter - - - -In ran a little pair of baby shoes. Little white buckskin shoes that had just been cleaned. They ran across the floor after the big pair of brown shoes.

Then with a smoky hiss, in came a little puff of a ghost. "I am the little boogy man boy," it whispered. And drifted across the floor. Floof Floof Floof!

A great big cloud of a ghost came rolling in floating all over the room. It had no edges. "I am the fattest ghost in the whole world," said the big Floof Cloud Ghost in a Loud Voice like a pear. "THE Fattest Ghost in the whole world."

Jimmy's and Joan's eyes were as big as butter plates and as round as the moon. But Jimmy said, "POOH, That's nothing. That's not many ghosts. Only five."

"Five if you count that little "ip" we heard," said Joan.

Then in came a graceful lady ghost in a big hat with flowers on it. FLIP FLOP she flew across the room singing a sort of la la la song. And Flip Flop she flew. Then a whole stream of ghosts came pouring in the door. A regular grey fog of ghosts. They massed themselves like a cloudy sky over in one corner. "WE WILL ONLY ANSWER ONE QUESTION," wailed the ghosts.

There came that noise again across the room and echoed over in the ghost corner. "What was that?" said Joan and Jimmy both in the same voice.

"THAT '' moaned the ghosts, "IS THE STREAMLINED GHOST. - - THE FAST GHOST AND THE LAST GHOST of the year 1911. He goes so fast that no eyes can see him. THE FAST GHOST AND LAST GHOST *********THE STREAMLINED GHOST."

Then all the ghosts melted away out of the window into the evening mists. And "ip!" the streamlined ghost went too.

They had seen them all so Jimmy and Joan jumped back into bed. "What do you hear now?" said Jimmy.

"Nothing at all," said Joan.

"I hear the wind," said Jimmy. "I hear the wind," said Joan. And they fell sound asleep in the middle of the night.

SUMMER AND WINTER

There was Summer and There was Winter.

The sun came up late in the Winter and the sun came up in the Summer.

There was a house in the Winter and the sun came up in the Summer.

There was a mouse in the Winter and a mouse in the Summer.

There was a horse in the Winter and a horse in the Summer.

There was a fire in the Winter and a fire in the Summer.

There were flowers in the Winter and flowers in the Summer.

There were animals in the Winter and animals in the Summer.

There was a tree in the Winter and a tree in the Summer.

There was a cat in the Winter and a cat in the Summer.

There was a shoe in the Winter and a shoe in the Summer.

There was a boy in the Winter and a boy in the Summer.

There was a dog in the Winter and a boy in the Summer.

There was a dog in the Winter and a dog in the Summer. There was a girl in the Winter and a girl in the Summer. There was a car in the Winter and a car in the Summer.

There was a train in the Winter and a train in the Summer. There was a room in the Winter and a room in the Summer.

There was night in the Winter and night in the Summer.

And all year, all over the world

The stars shone down, Summer and Winter.

SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER

Summer, Summer, Summer Whizzed the beetles Summer, Summer, Summer Sang the frog Summer, Summer, Summer Chirped the crickets No more sleep Said the groundhog

WHAT WILL THEY BE?

Sunday School Teacher

Sally Saturday is no fool sets her brother on a stool Teaches him the Golden Rule

In this picture you can see the kind of lady Miss Sally will be?

Cop

Thomas Pete James Mop makes the cars start and stop Has a whistle which he blows a lot carries a handle cut of a mop In this picture you can see the kind of young man Thomas will be?

Poet

Mordicar Mansfield looks at the moon for a doll he uses a silver spoon

When you call he says, "Pretty soon". He's terribly busy from morning to noon What he's busy at no one can see what kind of man will Mordicar be?

Pedant

Harry Troup eats alphabet soup his A B C's he shouts a whoop

In a spelling bee he spelled Loop The Loop He already wears glasses and walks with a stoop He carries a dictionary as you can see what kind of man will Harry Troup be?

Belle

Cecily Cerisan powders her nose for a powder puff uses a rose Her nose gets yellow and off she goes up to a mirror she stands on her toes And dusts it off where she can see what kind of a lady will Cecily be?

Tomboy

Mary Madcap climbs in a tree scratches her arms and scratches her knees Isn't afraid of dogs or bees swims in crashing cold green seas What kind of a lady brave Mary will be?

Dress Maker

Pretty Polly has a little doll dresses it up in Foll de Roll Makes it dresses to go to a ball and dresses for Winter and Summer and Fall

By her patterns you can see the kind of lady Miss Polly will be

THE TEENY TINY WOMAN

There was once upon a time a teeny tiny woman who lived in a teeny tiny house in the teeny tiny town. Now one day this teeny tiny woman put on her teeny tiny hat and went out of her teeny tiny house to take a teeny tiny walk.

And when this teeny tiny woman had gone a teeny tiny way she came to a teeny tiny skyscraper. And she went into the teeny tiny skyscraper and got on a teeny tiny elevator and went up 12 teeny tiny floors to make a tiny store.

She went into the teeny tiny store to buy some teeny tiny shiny new shoes. And when she put the teeny tiny shiny new shoes on her teeny tiny pink and gave a teeny tiny man a teeny tiny dollar bill.

Then the teeny tiny woman said to her teeny tiny. Self. “I think I will go for a teeny tiny walk down by the teeny tiny ocean and look at the teeny tiny tugboats.”

So she got into a teeny tiny streamlined airplane and flew a teeny tiny way through the air until she came to a teeny tiny dock by the side of the teeny tiny ocean.

She heard a teeny tiny tent from a teeny tiny tugboat and a teeny tiny voice shouted “all aboard.”

Then the teeny tiny baby jumped on the teeny tiny tugboat and went for a teeny tiny right.

They came to a teeny tiny island and there was a great big bear.

In the great big Pharaoh said to the great big boys “what do you want?”

And the teeny tiny woman said “great big bear, I want a hair from the fur of a pair to make a teeny tiny breakfast for my teeny tiny tugboat.”

TEENY TINY TUGBOAT

Once upon a time in a great big harbor, there was a teeny tiny tugboat. He lived at a dock between a big green tugboat and a big red tug boat.

The teeny tiny tugboat was yellow.

And he had a little black chimney and he was all shellacked and varnished. And he had to soften the blow when he bumped and butted the big boats. And he had ropes

And a deep little tiny whistle that sounded like the sound the sound makes when it blows across the top of an empty bottle. (It should like a cat when someone steps on its paw)

And when the sun came up on Tuesday it sailed away

THE TERRIBLE PUMPKIN

The terrific terrible pumpkin

With the zig zag zig zag zig zag grin Met a cat

And that was that Now watch the fight begin. I'll scratch out your eyes Said the scratching cat I'll scratch out your eyes And tear up your chin. Then the terrific terrible pumpkin Smiled his zig zag grin I haven't any eyes he said And I haven't any chin.

THREE PIGEONS GO TO SCHOOL

Three little pigeons once went to nursery school.

They came at nine o'clock and sat down.

"What would you like to do?" the Nursery school teacher asks the first pigeon.

"I would like to paint a picture," said the little pigeon.

"Of what?" asked the teacher.

"A picture of a pigeon," said the little pigeon.

"What would you like to do?" she asked the second little pigeon.

"I would like to dance," he said.

"What dance?" asked the teacher.

"Watch me cut out the Pigeon Wing," she asked the third little pigeon.

"I would like to talk?" asked the teacher.

“Pigeon English,” said the pigeon.

TIME ON THE CLOCK Chimes: Big Ben Noon Whistle

All kinds of clock chimes With numerical bong Bong of the hours Consistent throughout for a child’s sake

THE MUSICAL CLOCK

1st side – (a.m.) 2nd side – afternoon and night (p.m.) (Use label to make a clock face on this record. Use various clock chimes or the same measured chimes.)

7 Seven o’clock

Now open our eyes. Get up you lazy bones arise And see the world at 7 0’clock. Before it’s too late or the clock strikes

8 Eight o’clock

You’re going to eat. You better have your breakfast And put your feet in your shoes and start your day and no more snooze Or it will be nine o’clock

9 Nine o’clock

Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

10 Ten o’clock

Now you’re at school and if you’re a fool You sit in the corner and get hit` with a rule

11 Eleven o’clock

What do you do at eleven o’clock? The clock goes tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock And every one does something at Eleven o’clock and pretty soon, it’s Noon

12 Oh, the Noon

5 Five o’clock

In the afternoon and pretty soon

It’s evening and it’s six o’clock

6 Six o’clock and all is well The afternoons over the evenings begun

The sky grows calmer and the sun grows low And the shadows grow longer at six And suddenly it’s time for supper And the clock strikes seven

Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong,

7 Seven o’clock

And at the most beautiful time of the day Everybody goes indoors and doesn’t see the most beautiful time of day because That’s when they stare at a plate and eat. And the next thing they know it’s eight.

It’s eight o’clock.

8 Eight o’clock

Children go to bed Get under your covers and put your Head upon your pillow. At eight o’clock the day was fine And before you know it The clock strikes nine.

9 Nine o’clock

Now go to sleep

All the dark news will keep The world where you left it all night long For at nine o’clock the day is gone And the night is gone for children

Bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong, bong.

10 Ten o’clock with a great tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

In the dark, tick tock Dark Dark tick tock, tick tock Beneath the stars, tick tock

Eleven o’clock

11 Eleven o’clock And quietly, quietly Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock

In the dark, tick tock

In the darkened room Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock Midnight strikes the hour

It's Twelve O’Clock and all is well.

TOO MANY FRIENDS IN THE BED

It was bedtime at Ricky’s house, and he was getting ready to go to sleep. Mommy helped him put on his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and washed his face. He climbed into bed, and helped Bear and Rabbit and Piggy get settled in. Mommy came to read him a story and tuck him in. He fluffed his pillow and lay down. The story was about pirates and sailing ships. It was very exciting, but by the end of the story, Ricky was very sleepy. His eyes felt heavy. Mommy kissed Ricky on the forehead, pulled his covers up, and turned off the lamp.

“Good night, Ricky,” she said. “It’s time to settle down and go to sleep.” “Good night, Mommy,” Ricky replied. Mommy pulled Ricky’s door halfway closed on the way out. Ricky closed his eyes. He was ready to go to sleep. But Rabbit wasn’t. Rabbit looked over at Ricky. He said, “Did you like that story?”

Ricky whispered, “Yes, I did. Did you like it?” “Yes,” Rabbit said quietly. “That pirate sure was lucky. I wish we had a ship like that.” Bear opened his eyes. He said, “We could make one.” “But we are supposed to go to sleep,” Piggy said. “We’ll be really quiet.” Ricky whispered at Piggy. “Rabbit, you man the wheel. Bear, you watch for other pirates.”

“But what do I do?” Piggy asked. “And what are you going to do?”

“You climb the mast and watch for land.” Ricky replied. “I’m the Captain. That means I give the orders.” Before anyone could blink an eye, Ricky and his friends were aboard a wonderful ship, with huge white sails, a tall mast, and a beautiful mermaid on the front. The wind filled the sails, and Rabbit steered them by the stars in the big night sky above them. Piggy climbed up and up and up the mast, until finally he was able to get into the tiny little box on top.

“Hey Piggy!” Ricky shouted. “We need to bury our treasure! Do you see any land where we can hide it?”

“No, not yet. Wait a minute! I see something! What is it I am supposed to say?” Piggy asked excitedly. “Land Ho!” piggy yelled, as loud as he could, as Rabbit and Bear and Ricky jumped up and down. The door to Ricky’s room opened slowly. Mommy walked into the room, and looked at Ricky. “Ricky, I thought you were going to go to sleep.” Mommy said with a smile.

“Oh, but Mommy,” Ricky said. “We had the most wonderful ship! We had sails, and a mermaid, and we found an island!” “We? Mommy asked. “Me and Rabbit and Bear and Piggy! Bear said we could make a ship, just like the one in the story, and Piggy was up on the mast!” Ricky said, still excited.

“I see,” said Mommy. “Let’s ask Bear not to pretend any more stories tonight. It’s bedtime.” “Okay Mommy” Ricky said “We’ll go to sleep. I promise.” “I have an idea. Why don’t you have a race? You could see who could go to sleep the fastest. Whoever goes to sleep first, wins.” Mommy kissed Ricky on the forehead again, pulled his blankets up straight, smiled at Rabbit and Bear and Piggy, and left the room. Everybody was quiet in Ricky’s room. Bear and Piggy and Rabbit were being very still, and Ricky had his eyes closed. Nobody moved. Rabbit turned over and whispered to Ricky “Where’s the finish line?”

“What finish line?” Ricky asked. “If Mommy told us to have a race, we have to have a finish line. That way we know who wins.” Rabbit looked around the room. “It’s over by the closet,” piggy said. “It has a big sign on it.” “I bet I’m the fastest!” cried Bear, and he got ready to run. “No, me!” said Rabbit and Ricky together.

Bear and Piggy, Rabbit and Ricky lined up on the racetrack. “On three!” Ricky said. “Ready! One, two, three!”

Off they went! Down the racetrack they ran, as fast as the wind. First Ricky was ahead, then Bear, then Rabbit. They ran so fast Piggy’s tail stood straight out, and Rabbit’s long, soft eras flapped. Closer and closer the finish line came, and they all crossed at once, and fell in a big pile giggling. “That was fun!” cried Bear. “But nobody won.” “I think we should do it again!” Ricky laughed.

“I don’t think you should do it again.” Said Mommy, who stood in the door to Ricky’s room. “Uh oh” Piggy said. Bear jumped into the closet. Rabbit just lay on the floor and didn’t do anything. Ricky looked down at the feet of his pajamas. Mommy picked Ricky up, and put him on his bed. She picked up Rabbit and Piggy, and got Bear out of the closet. She said “I think you have too many friends in the bed. It’s too hard to go to sleep if there are too many friends to play with. Maybe they should stay with me tonight.”

“Oh no, Mommy!” Ricky said in a hurry. “I don’t have too many friends. I’ll go to sleep now, I promise! They can stay with me.” Mommy looked at Ricky’s friends for a minute. She put them in bed with Ricky, and tucked everybody into the covers. “Well,” she said slowly. “If everybody promises to settle down and go to sleep, then I suppose they can stay.”

She looked at Bear and Rabbit and Piggy. “Okay you three, no more pretend. It’s bedtime now, and you all need to go to sleep,” she said. Rabbit and Bear and Piggy didn’t say anything, but Ricky said quickly “they promise, Mommy.”

Mommy sat down on the edge of Ricky’s bed. She said, “Why don’t I tell you another story?” “All right Mommy. I love stories!” Ricky settled into his pillows. Mommy started her story. She said, “Once upon a time there was a little girl named Mommy. She was just like you. There were some friends that stayed on her bed, and would keep her company at night.”

“Hey!” Ricky said. “Your name is Mommy!” “Yes, sweetheart, it is. Now no more talking.” She replied. Mommy continued, “This little girl had two very special friends that were very important to her. One was a doll whose name was Anna Mae and the other was a blanket whose name was Huggy. Sometimes Mommy and Huggy and Anna Mae would have adventures.”

Ricky yawned; a very big yawn. He said “Did her mommy say she had too many friends in the bed?” “Yes, she did. As a matter of fact, her mommy would come in to her room at bedtime, and tuck her in just like I tucked you in. Sometimes her mommy would come in more than one time, because Huggy and Anna Mae wouldn’t be quiet.”

Ricky smiled a very sleepy smile. He couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore, but he said “That’s just like Rabbit and Bear and Piggy. They wouldn’t be quiet either. But I still don’t think I have too many friends in the bed.”

Mommy smiled. She looked a Ricky and said “I think maybe we could finish the story another time.” Ricky didn’t say a word. His eyes were closed, and he was fast asleep. Mommy gave Ricky one last kiss on the forehead. She tucked his blankets under his chin. She looked at Rabbit, and Bear, and Piggy, and smiled at them too. Then she said, “You know, I don’t think there are too many either.” She walked quietly to the door and left it halfway open as she went out.

Piggy opened one eye. He looked at Rabbit and Bear. Then he said “I think I like that story better than the first one.”

“Me too.” Rabbit and Bear replied. Then Bear put one big furry paw around Ricky, and they all went to sleep.

THE UNIMPORTANT BOOK

The important thing about a gun is That it goes off That it makes a noise That sometimes fire flashes forth That a bullet comes out And that it is used to kill

But the unimportant thing about a gun is it usually kills the wrong person

The important thing about a dog is That he has four feet And fur And teeth And barks And wags his tail And chases cats And have fleas

But the unimportant thing about a dog is that he can’t sing

The important thing about a person is That he thinks And eats And talks And dreams

But the unimportant thing about a person is _________

WHAT A LITTLE MAN

Once there was a little dog who had never seen a child. One day he saw a little boy. He was so surprised he barked.

“What a little tiny man,” said the dog.

I’m not a little tiny man,” said the child. I am a little boy.”

“What is the difference?” asked the dog.

“Ask any man,” said the little boy.

So the dog walked along until he met a man.

“What is the difference between a man and a little boy?” asked the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the man.

So the little dog wagged his tail and ran along.

Until suddenly he met a little girl. He was so surprised that he barked.

“What a little woman,” said the little girl. “I am a little girl.”

“What is the difference?” asked the dog.

“Ask any woman,” said the little girl.

So the little dog walked along until he met a great big woman.

“What is the difference between a woman and a little girl?” asked the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the woman, and she walked along.

So the little dog shook his head and ran off across the fields till he came to a stream and there by the stream he saw a tiny little rabbit eating wild parsley.

“What a tiny little rabbit,” said the dog.

“I am not a tiny little rabbit, I am a little bunny.”

“What is the difference?” said the dog.

“Ask any rabbit,” said the little bunny.

So the dog sniffed up to a hollow tree and there was a big fat rabbit sitting inside of the tree.

“What is the difference between a rabbit and a little bunny?” said the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the rabbit, and he shot out of the tree and disappeared over the hill.

So the little dog took a drink of water out of the cold wet stream. When he stuck his nose in the stream his eyes saw such little fish, they were no longer than an eyelash.

“What little, little tiny fish,” said the dog.

“We are not little, little tiny fish,” said the fish. “We are minnows.”

“What is the difference,” said the dog.

“Ask any fish,” said the minnows.

So the little dog reached in the river with a paw and pushed a big fish.

“What is the difference between a minnow and a fish? Asked the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the fish, and he swam away.

Just then an egg fell out of a nest and broke. Out popped a little duckling with yellow feathers.

“What a funny little duck,” said the dog.

“I am not a funny little duck,” said the funny little duck. “I am a duckling.”

“What is the difference?” said the dog.

“Ask any duck,” said the duckling.

So the dog walked along until he met a duck.

“What is the difference between a duck and a duckling?” said the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the duck, and he waddled away and so did the dog.

He waddled away until he came to a big green field with a fence around it. Inside the fence a very small horse was kicking up his very small heels.

“What a very small horse,” said the dog.

“I am not a very small horse,” said the very small horse. “I am a young colt.”

“What is the difference,” said the dog.

“Ask any horse,” said the colt.

So the dog jumped the fence and ran across the field to a big white horse.

“What is the difference between a horse and a colt?” asked the dog.

“One is little and one is big,” said the horse.

Cub - - bear Piglet - - pig Chick – chicken Peeper – frog

Finally he met a dog And the dog said to him, “What a little dog you are.”

“No, I am not, I am a little puppy.”

“What is the difference between a puppy and a dog? Asked the dog.

“One is little and one is big.” Said the puppy. And that is the end of the walk.

WHAT DO FAMILIES DO?

Who is in your family?

Horses have families The mother horse The father horse And the baby horse Bunnies have families The mother bunny The father bunny And eleven baby bunnies Elephants have families The mother elephant The father elephant And one baby elephant Birds have families The mother bird The father bird And the baby bird When it is noon time And families get hungry, Really hungry, What do they eat?

The mother horse The father horse And the baby horse Eat grass The mother bunny And the father bunny And the baby bunny Nibble lettuce

The mother elephant

The father elephant And the baby elephant Hang down heir ears and sleep

The mother bird The father bird And he baby bird Warm their nest and sleep

All the families Go to sleep And youGO TO Sleep.

WHEN I SHUT MY EYES

When I shut my eyes at night

The world is dark There is no light

I hear the sound of horses’ feet

Clop, clop, clopping down the street Far away in the dark

I hear a distant dog bark

I hear the low boat whistles moan They are going far from home

I hear the sound of ladies’ feet

Tap tap tapping down the street Then I hear the quiet boom

Of something dropping in a room

And then I dream things in my head Until I fall asleep in bed.

WHEN THE MAN IN THE MOON WAS A LITTLE BOY

When the man in the moon was a little boy Sing hi ho the man in the moon

He ran away with a shooting star Ho hum the man in the moon

And pretty soon in the dark of noon And sky was lit with an amber light And all the stars began to fight

By blinking at each other And they winked and they blinked in the enormous night. Till the sun came up And drove them out of sight

When the man in the moon was a little boy Sing hi ho the man in the moon

He ran away with a shooting star Ho hum the man in the moon.

WHISTLE FOR THE TRAIN

A little black train comes down the track

Toot! Stand back, stand back

While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Meoww. . .Here comes a kitten across the track Blow the whistle –kitten stand back. While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Bow wow wow. . .Here comes a dog across the track Blow the whistle. Tell the dog to go back While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Moooo. . . .Here comes a cow across the track Blow the whistle. Tell the cow to go back

While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack. Thump. . .Here comes a bunny across the track Blow your whistle. Little bunny go back

While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack. Oomph. . .Here comes a pig across the track Blow the whistle. Old pig go back

While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Arurrrrrrra. . .Whistle for the train

What is this coming along the track?

Blow the whistle. Tell the car to stay back While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack, Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Bzzzzzzz. . .Here comes a bumble bee over the track Bumble bee, bumble bee, bee go back. While the little black train goes down the track

Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Clickety clack, clickety clack, Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Chatter chatter chatter. . .Here come some children across the track Look out little children! Go back, go back. While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle

Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Eeeeek. . .Here comes a mouse across the track Blow the whistle. Small mouse go back While the little black train goes down the track Blows its whistle Then clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. Little black train on the long steel track Come back, come back. But the train goes on Till the train is gone.

THE WHOLE WORLD OVER

All over the world little boys are growing up. And in this part of the world a little boy grew to be a young man. And he looked around him and said "What foolishness do I see on all sides!"

One day when he came home he found his parents sitting in the living room under an umbrella!! "What's this?" asked the young man. Why are you sitting under an umbrella?"

"Oh dear!" said his mother. "It kept raining into the window, so we had to go and get the umbrella!" "What foolishness!" said he "Why couldn't you close the window? You must be the most foolish person in the world! And even though you are my father and my mother, and this is my town, I cannot stay with such foolishness any longer!"

So he packed his little bundle. Said good-bye to his loving parents, and went out into the great wide world to look for a place where there were No Foolish People!! He traveled for a long, long time. He traveled by foot and he traveled by train. He traveled by horse and he traveled by plane. Finally he came to a land where everything looked quiet different. "Here," he said, "I come to a land where everything looks different. I'm sure the people here are different too!"

So he went around seeing the way these people lived. He looked at their houses. He looked at their gardens. He wore their clothes, and he saw their schools. He liked everything very well and he was beginning to think that this was the place where he would like to stay. But one afternoon as he was rowing out on the river he saw a man washing himself with his clothes on! "Tell me" he said, "What are you doing?"

"My shirt is dirty, so I'm washing it, '' answered the man. "What foolishness!" said our young man.``You should have taken your shirt off first and then washed it!" But by this time he knew that this was not the country where there were No Foolish People!! So he packed his little bundle and went on his way again. He traveled for a long long time. He traveled by cart and he traveled by ship. He traveled by sled and he traveled by jeep. Finally he came to a land where everything looked quite different.

"I'm sure the people here are different too." So he went around seeing the way these people lived.

He looked at their churches. He played their games and he sang their songs. He liked everything very well and he was beginning to think that this was the place where there were No Foolish People!!

But one evening as he was walking in the village, he saw some men who were trying to lift a cow onto the roof of a barn. "Why do you want to do that?" he asked the men. "Well" said one of them, "There is some grass growing on the roof of the barn, so we wanted to take the cow where she could eat it."

"What foolishness!" said the young man "You should have cut the grass and taken the grass to the cow!" So he packed his little bundle and went on his way again. For he knew that this was not the country where there were No Foolish People!!

He traveled for a long, long time. He traveled by boat and he traveled by van. He traveled by car and by caravan. Finally he came to a land where everything looked quite different. "Here" he said, "I come to a land where everything looks different. I'm sure the people here are different too.” So he went around looking at the way these people lived. He went to their markets and he went to their temples. He ate their food and he read their books. He liked everything very well and he was beginning to think that this was the place where there were No Foolish People!!

But one day as he was passing a rich man's house he saw him eating noodles. "What a strange way to eat noodles!" he thought. So he knocked at the rich man's door and asked "Tell me, please, why do you eat your noodles from three plates instead of one?"

"Why? Because they are much too long for one plate, of course!" "What foolishness!" said our young man. "You should have cut the noodles before putting them on the plate." So he packed his little bundle and went on his way again. For this was not the land where there were No Foolish People!!

He traveled for a long, long time. He traveled by junk and he traveled by palanquin. He traveled by bus and he traveled by zeppelin. He traveled by oxen and he traveled by dogs. He traveled on elephants and he traveled with tugs. He came to many lands but he never came to a land Where there were No Foolish People!!

He traveled by rocket to get to the moon. He traveled under the sea and up in a balloon - -When suddenly - - PHUT!! His balloon burst and down he came on a little island. "Here I come," he said, "to a place which looks quite different." I'm sure the people here are different too!" And he looked and looked around. But he could not find any people. There were no houses to see. There were no books to read. There were no markets to go to. There was no food to taste There were no temples to see. There were no clothes to wear. There was no one to play with There was no one to laugh at as he had landed on a Desert Island!!

As the sun went down it became quite cold and he felt very hungry. He began to think that he ought to build a hut for himself, start a fire and cook some food. But he did not know how to Build or Cook or Start a fire. All night long as he sat shivering in the wind and rain, he was wondering at himself for Being so Foolish as to have never learned to DO anything.

In the morning, a big boat passed and picked him up. He was very happy to find that the boat was taking him home. "Now," he said to the Captain, "I'll go home and learn to do things!" For I am the Most Foolish of the people I have found foolish in this world."

"Well," said the Captain, "remember one thing, my young friend, only those who DO NOTHING make NO MISTAKES!!!"

When he got home, his father and mother were at the window looking for him. "Come faster," they called, "we need you here! There is an empty chair at the table and we don't know what to do with it!"

"Someone should sit in it!" said the young man. So he did!!!!!!!

WHOOPSIE DAISY!

Whoopsie Daisy Picked a daisy On a summer’s day. Whoopsie Daisy Picked a daisy, Then she ran away!

WHY SHOOT

Why shoot

If all I can shoot Is a hole in my boat Why shoot

Why shoot Up a world of trees And mosquitoes and leaves Why shoot

Why shoot Through the warm blue air With wild ducks flying there Why shoot

Why shoot

If all I can shoot Is the wind and the waves And my boat Why shoot Up this beautiful day Why shoot anyway Why shoot!

WILLIE THE WHISTLING GIRAFFE

By the edge of the plains in Africa stood the forest of Acacia. And in these forests stood the tallest animal that ever walked the earth. He was taller than a zebra, taller than a house, taller than a rhinoceros, on his hind legs, taller than an elephant, taller than a tree.

He was a baby giraffe. One day to the forests of Acacia there came a balloon with a giraffe-catching net. The balloon was lowered to the ground and out stepped two gentlemen.

"If we catch a giraffe," said Mr. Barnum to Mr. Bailey, "We will call him Willie. And won't he make the Tall Man in the Circus look silly!"

They caught the baby giraffe and they named him Willie. Then off they flew

to the nearest zoo where they would have to keep Willie while they waited for a ship to take them across the ocean and home to the Circus.

At the zoo everyone came to see Willie, for even in Africa the giraffes seldom come out of the deep forests and rough thorny jungles to places where people can get a good look at them. One little boy got tired of looking up at such a tall, tall animal. So he climbed a tree in order to see better. And while he was up in the tree, looking down, his round penny whistle fell out of his pocket. And who should catch it but Willie the baby Giraffe. No one took much note of it. But much later when Willie was loaded onto the boat, He blew that whistle and the boat sailed away. Mr. Bailey and two sailors were left on the quay. Willie and Mr. Barnum sailed with the boat,

and Willie whistled and whistled. They sailed away for a month and a day Till they came to land. The Circus was delighted to have a baby giraffe, and when he started to whistle the boys and girls were amazed and stared to laugh, for no one had ever heard of a whistling giraffe before. But the circus men frowned and said, "This will not do at all! A giraffe according to the books is supposed to be absolutely silent!" So they took Willie's whistle away. Not a song or a sound could he play. No on could laugh At the baby giraffe, He stood silent and mournful all day. But as Willie was hoping, one day A policeman came walking his way. In a trice and a trissel Willie swallowed his whistle And again he was whistling away. The whole police force came running of course When they heard that whistling giraffe. This made him so happy and gay He whistled the daylight way, The he hid in a thistle And whistled and whistled And the burglars All ray away. But along came the circus men, Took the whistle away again. Not a peep, not a laugh, From that silent giraffe, Not a sound could poor Willie make then. Then along came a bouncing ball And nobody owned it at all, Willie jumped from his thistle For that ball had a whistle, And soon you could hear Willie call: "Tweedle dee deedle dee day, O tweedle dee deedle dee day, O Whistle, O Whistle, O Whistle the daylight away."

But the circus men ran to his call,

Made him cough up that whistle and ball. Not a sound, not a laugh

From the baby giraffeHe stood silent with no voice at all. Then some hay caught on fire one day, Fire engines came whistling away

O Willie, don't whistle! Sit tight on your thistle! And try not to swallow today!

The circus men came back the next day, Said, "Now you may whistle away! Look, your very own whistle!

Now Willie, go whistle! And no one will take it away!"

Yes, it's Willie's own whistle, And if he so wishes He can whistle all day:

THE YOUNGER AND YOUNGER SONG

O a cow is a cow And a pig is a pig The leaf is a leaf And the tree is a tree And life is as simple as life can ever be And better and better When we count to three

An apple is an apple And a bee is a bee Then what did we see? A house and a chair. Was that a polar bear? The house was a house The chair was a chair But the polar bear Was a cloud in the air

And we sang aloud A cloud is a cloud And we’re so proud To know a cloud

So sing it again and sing it loud A cloud is a cloud is a cloud is a cloud!

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