Over in the meadow, in the sand, and the sun, Living old mother toad and her little toadie won. Weak said the mother, I weak said the one, So she winked and she blinked in the sand in the sun. Over in the meadow, where the stream runs blue, Living old mother, fish and her little fish, she's two. Swims said the mother, weak, swims said the two, So they swam and they left where the stream runs blue. Over in the meadow, in a hole, in a tree, Living a mother, blibbered and her little birdies, three. Swims said the mother, weak, swims said the three, So they sang and were glad in the hole in the tree. Over in the meadow, in the reeds, on the shore, Living a mother, musk red and her little raties, four. Dives said the mother, weak, dives said the four, So they dived and they burrowed in the reeds, on the shore. Over in the meadow, in a snubbed beehive, Lived a mother, a honeybee and her little honey's five. Buss said the mother, weak, buss said the five, So they bust and they hummed in the snubbed beehive. Over in the meadow, in a nest, built of six, Lived a black mother, crow, and her little crow six, Caused the mother, weak, caused the six, So they caught and they called in a nest, built of six. Over in the meadow, where the grass is so even lived, A mother, cricket and her little cricket seven. Chirp said the mother, weak, chirp said the seven, So they chirped, gerry notes in the grass, green and even. Over in the meadow, by the old mossy gate, Lived a brown mother, lizard and her little lizard's eight. Buss said the mother, weak, buss said the eight, So they bust in the sun by the old mossy gate. Over in the meadow, where the clear pool shine, Lived a green mother, frog and her little frog's nine. Crocs said the mother, weak, crocs said the nine, So they croaked and they splashed, where the clear pool shine. Over in the meadow, in a slide, Little din lived a grey mother, spider and her little spider's tin. Spin said the mother, we spin said the tin, So they spun lace webs in their slide, little din. Over in the meadow, in the soft summer, Even lived a mother, firefight and her little flies eleven. Shine said the mother, we shine said the eleven, So they shone like stars in the soft summer, even. Over in the meadow, where the mint dig and dill, Lived a wise mother and bent her little anties twelfth. Toil said the mother, we toil said the twelfth, So they toiled and were wise, where the mint dig and dill.