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LITTLE BOPEEP
My name is Bopeep.
Do you see all my sheep and lambs?
I take care of them.
I find gra.s.s and water for them.
One day I lost my pretty sheep.
I could not find them any where.
How did Bopeep find her sheep?
I will tell you how she found them.
She looked here, she looked there.
She went down to the brook.
No sheep were there.
She called and called.
She stood still to listen.
She heard not a sheep.
Bopeep sat down on the gra.s.s.
The birds sang to her.
The brook sang to the birds.
Then little Bopeep went to sleep.
The sheep and lambs came running.
They came out of the woods.
"Here we are, little Bopeep," they said.
"We have come back to you.
We have come to live with you again."
Little Bopeep looked up.
She saw her sheep and lambs.
All had come back to her.
How glad she was to see them!
They drank the water from the brook.
They ate the green gra.s.s.
The lambs played under the trees.
"Oh, my pretty lambs!" said little Bopeep.
can could find found look looked play played call called stand stood listen listened hear heard sit sat sing sang come came see saw drink drank eat ate
winter summer sleds bring were
THE SNOW
One morning in winter Grace heard her mother calling her.
"Come here, Grace! Come here, and look out of the window."
Grace ran to the window and looked out. What do you think she saw?
The snow was falling.
The ground was white with snow.
"Oh, mother," said Grace, "how pretty it is! Everything is white with snow.
Where does the snow come from?"
"It falls from the clouds," said her mother. "In summer the clouds bring rain. In winter they bring snow."
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At school the boys and girls were glad.
"It snows! It snows!" they said.
"Now we shall have a fine time.
We can make s...o...b..a.l.l.s.
We can ride on our sleds.
We can play in the snow."
playthings happy silk masts gold
MY s.h.i.+P AT SEA
I will play I have a s.h.i.+p at sea.
My s.h.i.+p is sailing.
It is sailing on the blue sea.
Now it is far, far away.
Some day it will come home again.
It will come home to baby and me.
Many pretty things are in my s.h.i.+p.
It is full of bright playthings.
They are all for baby and me.
Oh, my pretty s.h.i.+p!
All its sails are of silk.
Its masts are of yellow gold.
It sails all day and all night.
When it comes back, how happy I shall be.
But now it is sailing on the blue sea.
