Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a spider.

It squirmed and wriggled and turned inside her.

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly.

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a bird.

How absurd!   She swallowed a bird.

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a cat.

Thank of that!   She swallowed a cat.

She swallowed the cat to catch the bird.

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a dog.

She went the whole hog when she swallowed the dog.

She swallowed the dog to catch the cat,

She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider.

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a cow.

I don't know how she swallowed a cow.

She swallowed the cow to catch the dog,

She swallowed the dog to catch the cat,

She swallowed the cat to catch the bird,

She swallowed the bird to catch the spider,

She swallowed the spider to catch the fly,

I don't know why she swallowed a fly.

Poor old lady, I think she'll die.

Poor old lady, she swallowed a horse.

She died, of course.

Did you know that neither elves or mice like to get wet? Listen and see how they get in out of the rain.

The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford

Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain to shelter himself.  
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse all in a heap.  
 
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet
Fearing to fly away lest he get wet.  
To the next shelter - maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf smiled a wee smile.  
 
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two.
Holding it over him, gaily he flew.  
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse,"Good gracious me!  
 
"Where is my toadstool?" loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas first were invented.