Over In The Meadow

By Olive A. Wadsworth

Over in the meadow,
In the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother-toad
And her little toadie one,
“Wink!” said the mother;
“I wink” said the one;
So she winded and she blinked
In the sand, in the sun.

Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother – fish
And her little fishes two,
“Swim!” said the mother;
“We swim,” said the two
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue.

Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree,
Lived a mother – bluebird
And her little birdies three,
“Sing!” said the mother
“We sing” said the three,
So they sang and were glad
In the hole in a tree.

Over in the meadow,
In the reeds on the shore,
Lived a mother – muskrat
And her little ratties four.
“Dive!” said the mother;
“We dive,” said the four;
So they dived and they burrowed
In the reeds on the shore.

Over in the meadow,
In a snug beehive,
Lived a mother – honey bee,
And her little honeys five.
“Buzz!” said the mother;
“We buzz,” said the five;
So they buzzed and the hummed
In the snug beehive.

Over in the meadow,
In a nest built of sticks,
Lived a black mother – crow
And her little crows six.
“Caw!” said the mother;
“We caw,” said the six;
So they cawed and they cawed
In their nest built of sticks.

Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even,
Lived a gay mother – cricket
And her little crickets seven.
“Chirp!” said the mother,
“We chirp,” said the seven;
So they chirped cheery notes
In the grass soft and even.

Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate,
Lived a brown mother – lizard
And her little lizards eight.
“Bask!” said the mother,
“We bask,” said the eight,
So they basked in the sun
On the old mossy gate.

Over in the meadow,
Where the cool pools shine,
Lived a green mother – frog
And her little froggies nine,
“Croak!” said the mother;
“We croak,” said the nine;
So they croaked, and they splashed
Where the clear pools shine.

Over in the meadow
In a sly little den,
Lived a gray mother – spider
And her little spiders ten.
“Spin!” said the mother;
“We spin,” said the ten;
So they spun lace webs
In their sly little den.

Over in the meadow,
In the soft summer even,
Lived a mother – firefly
And her little flies eleven;
“Shine!” said the mother;
“We shine,” said the eleven;
So they shone like stars
In the soft summer even.

Over in the meadow,
Where the men dig and delve,
Lived a wise mother – ant
And her little anties twelve,
“Toil!” said the mother;
“We toil,” said the twelve;
So they toiled, and were wise,
Where the men dig and delve.

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