Sing a Little Song

Midge sat on the front porch looking around the neighborhood. It was early and all was nice and quiet.

“This is a good time of day,” thought Midge. “I love the quiet time.”

Booker-T came strolling to the house singing “Does your chewing gum lose it's flavor on the bedpost over night?”

“Hi Midge,” greeted Booker-T with a smile.

“What are you singing?” asked Midge.

“Isn't it silly?” laughed Booker-T.

“It sounded silly,” said Midge. “What is it? Sing it again.”

Pee Wee Carnival

Jake, Midge and Booker-T strolled along the sidewalk on their way to the park.

“Hey Guys!” said Baggy as he swooped down from above them. “Where are you going?”

“Hi Gabby,” smiled Midge. “We are on our way to the park. Come with us Gabby.”

“Are you going to see the carnival?” asked Gabby.

“What carnival?” asked Jake.

“They set up a small carnival in the park last night,” said Gabby.

“Is it one of those traveling carnivals that always come here for short time and then go?” asked Jake.

“I don't know,” said Gabby. “Maybe. They have a small train ride, a roller coaster, a Ferris wheel, a merry-go-round and a couple other small rides.”

Worried Midge

   Jake walked to Midge's house and along the way, he stopped to smell the hamburgers at the corner cafe.

   “They sure smell good,” thought Jake.  “Every time I walk by here I get hungry.”

      Booker-T walked to the gate of his yard and stood watching Jake at the corner.  In a few minutes, Jake stood up and walked away from the cafe and met Booker-T at his front gate.  

    “You are always stopping to smell the hamburgers cooking when you come over here,” said Booker-T. 

   “I know,” said Jake.  “They sure do smell good and I'm hungry.  Don't the smell make you hungry?”

   “You could try begging like Midge does all the time,” said Booker-T.  “Maybe they will give you one.”

  “Midge is really good when it comes to begging,” smiled Jake.  “I'm not that good.”

The Strange Ball

    Midge and Booker-T walked through the gate at Jake's house, but he wasn't on the swing where he could usually be found napping. 

   “Jake!” called Midge.  “Where are you?”  

   No answer came.

   “Jake!” called Booker-T.  “Lets go check the back yard.”

   They ran to the back yard and found Jake sitting in the back watching some kids in the next yard.

  “What are you doing?” asked Midge.  “We called but you didn't answer.”

  “I was watching the kids playing with that strange ball,” said Jake.

  Midge walked over to where Jake was and sat down beside him.

   “What kind of ball are they playing?” asked Midge.  “That is a very funny looking ball.  What is it?”

Down on the Farm

Midge sat on the front porch waiting for Jake and Booker-T to come to the house so they could go to the farm today.

“Old McDonald had a farm, sang Midge. “E I E I O”

“Who is McDonald?” asked Booker-T as he walked up to the porch and heard Midge singing.

“I don't know,” said Midge. “Some guy who has a farm.”

“There is a song about his farm” asked Booker-T. “Wow, he must be famous farmer.”

“Yes,” said Midge. “He has cows and pigs and ducks on his farm too.”

“Who?” asked Jake as he came into the yard and joined Booker-T and Midge.

“I don't know,” said Booker-T. “Some old man named McDonald.”

“Who is McDonald?” asked Jake.