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race around my bog!’

    â€˜But we’re going too fast!’
    cried the frog on a log.
    â€˜We CANNOT stop!’
    cried the dog on a cog.

    Into the air flew the dog and the frog.
    Into the air flew the log and the cog.
    Into the air flew the hog and his logs.
    And then
    down came the dog
    on top of the cog!

    Down came the frog
    on top of the dog!

    And last of all
    down came the hog—
    right on top of
    the frog’s
    rocket log!

    â€˜Hey, this is fun!’
    said the log-riding hog
    as he rode the frog’s log
    past the dog and the frog.

    â€˜I’m the fastest hog on a log in the bog!
    Try to catch me, dog and frog!
    Try to catch me on the cog!’
    â€˜Okay!’ said the frog.
    â€˜It’s you on the log
    versus us on the cog,
    and we’re going
    to beat you,
    Hog-on-a-log.’

    And so the dog and the frog
    on the jet-rocket cog
    spent the rest of the day
    racing the hog ...

    around
    and around
    and around the bog.

HARRY BLACK,
THE SACK,
THE SNACK
AND A SNEAKY
SNACK-STEALING
YAK CALLED JACK

    There was a man
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â called Harry Black.
    Harry Black had a sack.
    In his sack he had a snack.
    He carried the sack
    with the snack on his back.

    One day while walking
    down a track,
    Harry Black met Jack the Yak.
    â€˜Hello, Jack,’ said Harry Black.

    â€˜Hello, Harry Black,’ said Jack.
    â€˜Is that a snack I can
    smell in your sack?’

    â€˜Why, yes, it is,’
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â said Harry Black.
    â€˜I carry a snack
    in the sack on my back.’

    â€˜Can I have some, Harry Black?’
    said Jack the Yak, who had no snack.

    â€˜No way, Jack,’ said Harry Black.
    â€˜Get your own snack, Jack the Yak!’

    â€˜You’ll be sorry,’
    said Jack the Yak.
    â€˜You’ll be sorry, Harry Black!’

    But Harry Black
    just turned his back
    and kept on walking
    down the track
    until he saw
    a big haystack.

    â€˜I think I’ll have a little nap
    and rest my sore and aching back,’
    said the very tired Harry Black,
    as he climbed the haystack
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â with his sack.

    But while Harry Black
    enjoyed his nap,
    Jack the Yak
    snuck into the sack
    and ate up all of Harry’s snack.

    Then Jack the sleepy,
    snack-filled Yak
    fell fast asleep
    in Harry’s sack.

    â€˜Alas! Alack!’ cried Harry Black
    when he woke up—
    opened his sack—
    and found Jack the Yak
    in place of his snack.

    â€˜Alas! Alack! What a setback!
    My snack has been stolen
    by a snack-stealing yak!’
    said the very angry Harry Black.
    â€˜I’m going to give that yak a whack!’

    But Jack the Yak
    jumped out of the sack
    and yelled, ‘Get back,
    I’ve got a tack!
    And it’s a SHARP one,
    Harry Black!’

    â€˜Alas! Alack!’ said Harry Black.
    â€˜I cannot give that yak a whack!
    Or he’ll attack me with that tack!’

    And then Jack the Yak
    with his sharp tack
    jumped out of the sack
    and fled on horseback.
    Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â So ...

    if you’re ever walking
    down a track
    carrying a snack in a sack
    on your back
    and you meet a snackless yak
    called Jack,
    don’t hold back:
    open your sack
    and share your snack—
    for Jack the sneaky,
    snack-stealing Yak
    might just have
    a very sharp tack
    and you could end up
    like poor Harry Black—
    alone and hungry
    on a haystack
    with nothing but
    a snackless sack.

DUCK
IN A
TRUCK
IN THE
MUCK

    There was a duck.
    His name was Chuck.
    Chuck the Duck
    drove an ice-cream truck.

    But one wet day Chuck’s
    truck got stuck.

    â€˜What bad luck,’
    said Chuck the Duck.
    â€˜My ice-cream truck
    is stuck in muck.’

    But just then
    along came
    his friend Buck
    in his brand-new
    shiny
    muck-sucking
    truck!

    â€˜Hey, Buck,’ said Chuck,
    â€˜my