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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 an 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 By the old mossy gate. Over in the meadow, Where the quiet 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 quiet pools shine. Over in the meadow In a dark 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 dark little den. Over in the meadow, In the soft summer even, Lived a mother firefly And her little flies eleven. "Glow," said the mother; "We glow," said the eleven— So they glowed 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 ants twelve. "Toil," said the mother; "We toil," said the twelve— So they toiled and were wise Where the men dig and delve. |