'Over in the Meadow' Song

Illustrated by Jill McDonald

Over in the meadow,
In the sand in the sun
Lived a bumpy mother toadie
And her little toadie one
"Wink!" said the mother;
"I wink!" said the one,
So they winked and they blinked
In the sand in the sun

Over in the meadow,
Where the sky gleams blue
Lived a wooly mother sheep
And her little lambies two
"Bah!" said the mother;
"We bah!" said the two,
So they baahed and they ran
Where the sky gleams blue

Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree
Lived a smooth mother robin
And her little robins three
"Sing!" said the mother;
"We sing!" said the three
So they sang and they chirped
In a hole in the tree

Over in the meadow,
In the reeds on the shore
Lived a spiky mother muskrat
And her little muskrats four
"Dive!" said the mother;
"We dive!" said the four
So they dived and they burrowed
In the reeds on the shore

Over in the meadow,
In a snug beehive
Lived a fuzzy mother bee
And her little bees five
"Buzz!" said the mother;
"We buzz!" said the five
So they buzzed and they hummed
In the snug beehive

Over in the meadow,
In a nest built of sticks
Lived a shiny mother crow
And her little crows six
"Caw!" said the mother;
"We caw!" said the six
So they cawed and they called
In their nest built of sticks

Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even
Lived a furry mother mouse
And her little mouses seven
"Squeak!" said the mother;
"We squeak!" said the seven
So they squeaked and they sniffed
In the grass soft and even

Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate
Lived a scaly mother lizard
And her little lizards eight
"Bask!" said the mother;
"We bask!" said the eight
So they basked in the sun
On the old mossy gate

Over in the meadow,
Where the stream water shines
Lived a slippery mother fish
And her little fishes nine
"Swim!" said the mother;
"We swim!" said the nine
So they swam and they leapt
Where the stream water shines

Over in the meadow,
In a sly little den
Lived a hairy mother spider
And her little spiders ten
"Spin!" said the mother;
"We spin!" said the ten
So they spun lacy webs
In their sly little den