Enjoy listening to a favorite children's poem that is usually sung. You'll have fun imagining all of the animals listed in the poem. Do you know what they all look like? Read by Terry Olson and her granddaughters Trysten and Jayden.
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.
Recording time: 1 min, 55 sec.
Direct download: Poor_Old_Lady.mp3
Category:Childrens Classic Stories -- posted at: 2:08pm CST

The Elf and the Dormouse

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

The Elf and the Dormouse by Oliver Herford

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      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.
Direct download: The_Elf_and_the_Dormouse.mp3
Category:Childrens Classic Stories -- posted at: 3:26pm CST