THE LITTLE TURTLE
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old
There was a little turtle.He lived in a box.He swam in a puddle.He climbed on the rocks.He snapped at a musquito.He snapped at a flea.He snapped at a minnow.And he snapped at me.He caught the musquito.He caught the flea.He caught the minnow.But he didn’t catch me.
There was a little turtle.He lived in a box.He swam in a puddle.He climbed on the rocks.He snapped at a musquito.He snapped at a flea.He snapped at a minnow.And he snapped at me.He caught the musquito.He caught the flea.He caught the minnow.But he didn’t catch me.
There was a little turtle.He lived in a box.He swam in a puddle.He climbed on the rocks.
There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.
He snapped at a musquito.He snapped at a flea.He snapped at a minnow.And he snapped at me.
He snapped at a musquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.
He caught the musquito.He caught the flea.He caught the minnow.But he didn’t catch me.
He caught the musquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn’t catch me.