THE CATERPILLARS

Eight great cabbages growing in the ground; Crowds of little caterpillars crawling all around; Caterpillars squirmed about, and wriggled in the sun; Said, "These cabbages look sweet: suppose we taste of one!" Down flew a hungry bird, coming from the wood, Saw the caterpillars there, and said, "Won't those taste good!" Up crept pussy-cat, hunting round for mice, Saw the bird, and smacked her lips, and said, "Won't he taste nice!" Dog saw pussy creeping there, and he began to run, Said, "Now I will frighten puss, and then there will be fun!" So doggy barked; and pussy hid; and birdie flew away; And caterpillars lived to eat a cabbage up that day.