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At three o'clock we go home.
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again fast sometimes always still when
THE BROOK
Here we are at the brook again.
See how fast the water runs.
Stand still and hear the brook sing.
I hear it, I hear it.
What does it say when it sings?
It says: I am a little brook.
I run, and I sing as I run.
I give water to the trees and the gra.s.s.
I give water to the pretty white lily.
The cows come to see me.
I give them water to drink.
The robins sing to me every morning.
The flowers love me.
Why do you run all the time, little brook?
Where are you going this fine day?
I am running to the sea.
I run, and still I am always here.
Boys and girls like to play by the brook.
They find many pretty things.
Can you tell what they find?
I think they sometimes find a flower.
Sometimes they catch a fish in the brook.
Good-by, little brook!
We will see you again.
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sand full put live
MY BOX OF SAND
I have a box full of sand.
My father made the box.
My big brother put the sand in it.
I can build a house of sand.
I put windows and doors in it.
It is not a good house to live in.
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boat sail s.h.i.+p carry
THE BOAT
Will you make me a boat, father?
Make a little boat with a sail.
Where will you sail your boat, Robert?
I will sail it on the brook, father.
I will play it is a big, big s.h.i.+p.
But I will not let it sail far.
The brook shall not carry it away.
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place sweet glad ever humble
OUR HOME
Good morning, Bennie.
Is Marian at home?
Yes, Rose, I think she is in the house.
Will you go in?
What a pretty home you have!
What is Marian doing this morning?
She is reading in her new book.
She will be glad to see you.
I love my home.
There is no place like it.
Do you know why I think so?
Father and mother live here.
Sister and brother live here.
Our baby lives here.
I love them all.
They all love me.
There is a pretty song about home.
We sing it at school.