Over in the meadow in the sand, in the sun,
Lived an old mother turtle and her little turtle one.
“Dig”, said the mother. “I dig”, said the one,
And they dug and were happy in the sand, in the sun.
Over in the meadow in an old worn out shoe,
Lived an old mother cat and her little kittens two.
“Purr”, said the mother. “We purr”, said the two,
And they purred and were happy in their old worn out shoe.
Over in the meadow in a nest, in a tree,
Lived an old mother bird and her little birdies three.
“Sing”, said the mother. “We sing”, said the three,
And they sang and were happy in the nest, in the tree.
Over in the meadow in an old apple core,
Lived an old mother worm and her little wormies four.
“Squirm”, said the mother. “We squirm”, said the four,
And they squirmed and were happy in their old apple core.
Over in the meadow in an old beehive,
Lived an old mother bee and her little bees five.
“Buzz”, said the mother. “We buzz”, said the five,
And they buzzed and were happy in their old beehive.
Over in the meadow in a house made of sticks,
Lived an old mother dog and her little puppies six.
“Bark”, said the mother. “We bark”, said the six,
And they barked and were happy in their house made of sticks.
Over in the meadow in a tree of heaven,
Lived an old mother owl and her little owls seven.
“Hoot”, said the mother. “We hoot”, said the seven,
And they hooted and were happy in their tree of heaven.
Over in the meadow in an old packing crate,
Lived an old mother duck and her little duckies eight.
“Quack!”, said the mother. “We quack! ”, said the eight,
And they quacked and were happy in their old packing crate.
Over in the meadow in a ball of twine,
Lived an old mother mouse and her little mousies nine.
“Squeak!”, said the mother. “We squeak!”, said the nine,
And they squeaked and were happy in their ball of twine.
Over in the meadow in a cozy little den,
Lived an old mother spider and her little spiders ten.
“Spin”, said the mother. “We spin ”, said the ten,
And they spun and were happy in their cozy little den!
“Hoot”, said the mother. “We hoot”, said the owls.
“Squirm”, said the mother. “We squirm”, said the worms.
“Sing”, said the mother. “We sing”, said the birds.
And “Dig”, said the mother. “I dig”, said the one,
And they dug and were happy in the sand, in the sun.