The Little Red Hen

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The little red hen thought that she would
Plant the wheat and it would be good
To ask her friends to help

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‘Not I’ said the dog
‘Not I’ said the cat
‘Not I’ said the duck
‘Not I’ said the pig
Then I’ll just have to do it myself

Soon the wheat had grown up tall
The time had come to cut it all
She asked her friends to help

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The wheat had to be ground in to flour
She knew it would take, many an hour
She asked her friends to help

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The next thing to do was bake the bread
Maybe her friends would like to be fed
She asked them all to help

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Soon the bread was ready to eat
Her friends all thought we’ll have a little treat
But the little hen shook her head
You did not help me plant the wheat or grind it into flour
So I think that I instead will eat up all this bread
That’s how the story goes, the answer was 4 ‘Nos’

No bread for the dog
No bread for the cat
No bread for the duck
No bread for the pig
And she said ‘I’ll eat it myself’
And she did!

George Cryolot Crumble

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There once was a pussy cat called George Cryolot Crumble
And each day from the shed he would eventually stumble.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.

One morning in May, when rain was a-falling,
There was a scratching on the shed, was that his master calling?
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.

He opened the door, and standing there before him
Was a Great Dane as tall, as tall as a building.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.

“I’m as hungry as hungry as hungry” said the Great Dane
George shivered in fright in the wind and the rain.
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble
Meiow, meiow, cried George Cryolot Crumble.

And what do you know about that shed and that pussy cat?
Well all I can say is that the Great Dane is now rather, in fact, I’d say, very, very, very fat!
Meiow, meiow, was that a tummy rumble?
Meiow, meiow, poor George Cryolot Crumble.