Eight great cabbages growing in the ground;
Crowds of little caterpillars crawling all around;
Caterpillars squirmed about, and wriggled in the sun;
Said, "These cabbages look sweet: suppose we taste of one!"
Down flew a hungry bird, coming from the wood,
Saw the caterpillars there, and said, "Won't those taste good!"
Up crept pussy-cat, hunting round for mice,
Saw the bird, and smacked her lips, and said, "Won't he taste nice!"
Dog saw pussy creeping there, and he began to run,
Said, "Now I will frighten puss, and then there will be fun!"
So doggy barked; and pussy hid; and birdie flew away;
And caterpillars lived to eat a cabbage up that day.