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Deep in the water Where the fish hang out Lives a glum gloomy swimmer With an ever-present pout. “I’m a pout-pout fish With a pout-pout face, So I spread the dreary-wearies All over the place.” BLUB. BLUUUB. BLUUUUUUUB. Along comes a clam With a wide winning grin And a pearl of advice For her pal to take in: “Hey, Mr. Fish, With your crosstown frown, Don’t you think it’s time to Turn it upside down?” Says the fish to his friend, “Nice thought, Ms.

Pete the Cat was walking down the street in his brand-new white shoes. Pete loved his white shoes so much, he sang this song. "I love my WHITE shoes, I love my white shoes, I love my white shoes, I love my white shoes." Oh no! Pete stepped in a large pile of Strawberries! What color did it turn his shoes? RED! Did Pete cry? Goodness, no! He kept walking along and singing his song. "I love my RED shoes, I love my red shoes, I love my red shoes, I love my red shoes." Oh no! Pete stepped in a large pile of Blueberries! What color did it turn his shoes? BLUE! Did Pete cry?

The Story of the Yellow Flowers by Frances Weld Danielson. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. Once there were a great many weeds in a field. No one appreciated the weeds and they felt as though they had no place in the world. The cows would not eat them, the children would not pick them, and even the bugs did not seem to like them. “I don’t see what we’re here for,” said one of the weeds.

Hello, This is Natasha and I’m here with an old French fairy tale about an evil mouse. Listen on, if you dare. One night, a prince and his hunting party rode through a forest by torchlight. The dogs were on the trail of a fawn. The little creature darted across a stream and hid itself among some bushes, but the pack of hounds did not run her down. Instead, they stopped by the stream and gathered around something else that they had unexpectedly discovered. The prince rode up and jumped down onto the ground. He parted his way through the pack, and only now did he see what they had found.