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Pete the Cat put on his favorite shirt with four big, colorful, round, groovy buttons. He loved his buttons so much, he sang this song. "My buttons, my buttons, my four groovy buttons, My buttons, my buttons, my four groovy buttons." OH NO! One of the buttons popped off and rolled away. How many buttons are left? THREE! 4-1=3 Did Pete cry? Goodness, no! Buttons come and buttons go. He kept on singing his song. "My buttons, my buttons, my three groovy buttons, My buttons, my buttons, my three groovy buttons." OH NO! Another button popped off and rolled away.

A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse, and the mouse looked good. "Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house." "It's terribly kind of you, Fox, but no – I'm going to have lunch with a gruffalo." "A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?" "A gruffalo!

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.