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قراءة كتاب Red Riding Hood
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اللغة: English
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butter
I’ve churned so nice and sweet;
And mind not stop and prattle
With any one you meet!”
Then through the shady forest
The little maiden went;
And though her steps were fleetest,
The day was well nigh spent,
The little maiden went;
And though her steps were fleetest,
The day was well nigh spent,
When nearby through her journey,
An old, gaunt Wolf she spied,
Who wagged his tail, and humbly
Came walking by her side;
An old, gaunt Wolf she spied,
Who wagged his tail, and humbly
Came walking by her side;
And said, “my little maiden,
How very fair you are!
You really look quite handsome!
Where do you walk so far?”
How very fair you are!
You really look quite handsome!
Where do you walk so far?”
Forgetful of her mother,
She stopped and told him where;
Then said the Wolf, so cunning,
“What is it that you bear?”
She stopped and told him where;
Then said the Wolf, so cunning,
“What is it that you bear?”
Forgetful of her mother,
She stood and told him what;
“Tis butter, for my grandma,
Packed nicely in this pot.”
She stood and told him what;
“Tis butter, for my grandma,
Packed nicely in this pot.”
Then said the Wolf, “good by dear;
Perhaps we’ll meet again!”
Then swiftly on he hastened,
Swiftly through dale and glen,
Perhaps we’ll meet again!”
Then swiftly on he hastened,
Swiftly through dale and glen,
And running reached before her
The cabin grey and old;
Her grandmamma was absent—
He quickly did infold
The cabin grey and old;
Her grandmamma was absent—
He quickly did infold
Himself in cap and night gown
Then quickly on the bed,
Closely upon the pillow
He laid his grizzly head.
Then quickly on the bed,
Closely upon the pillow
He laid his grizzly head.
Red Riding Hood soon entered;
“O, grandmamma, see here!
A little pot of butter!”
Where is my grandma dear?
“O, grandmamma, see here!
A little pot of butter!”
Where is my grandma dear?
“Here,” said the Wolf, well feigning,
Her grandma’s voice, so weak;
“I’m here, so sick my darling,
That I can scarcely speak!”
Her grandma’s voice, so weak;
“I’m here, so sick my darling,
That I can scarcely speak!”