Where the Stream Runs Blue
Over in the meadow,Where the stream runs blue,Lived an old mother fishAnd her little fishes two.“Swim,” said the mother;“We swim,” said the two—So they swam and they leapedWhere the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,Where the stream runs blue,Lived an old mother fishAnd her little fishes two.“Swim,” said the mother;“We swim,” said the two—So they swam and they leapedWhere the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,Where the stream runs blue,Lived an old mother fishAnd her little fishes two.“Swim,” said the mother;“We swim,” said the two—So they swam and they leapedWhere the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fishes two.
“Swim,” said the mother;
“We swim,” said the two—
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue.
Olive A. Wadsworth