SHORT STORY
Reading edition
I found the gold on the hill; I found the hid gold! The wicked queen Stole the gold, Hid it under a stone And never told. The selfish queen Rolling away In her white limousine, Never knew nor dreamed That I searched all day Till I found the gold, The gold!
BY LAKE CHAMPLAIN
I was bare as a leaf And I felt the wind on my shoulder. The trees laughed When I picked up the sun in my fingers. The wind was chasing the waves, Tangling their white curls. "Willow trees," I said, "O willows, Look at your lake! Stop laughing at a little girl Who runs past your feet in the sand!"