The Old Man Who Lived in the Woods
"... ...Now the next one I'll tell you is a story we had in
the school book and it is called The Old Man Who Lived in the Woods and it was a poem and we had to learn the poem and the poem went this
There was an old man who lived in the wood as you will
He said he could do more work in a day than his wife could
do in three.
With all my heart the old woman said is that you will allow
Tomorrow you stay home in my place and I’ll go drive the
But you must milk the Tidy cow for fear that she goes dry
And you must feed the little pigs that were within the
And you must mind the speckled hen for fear she lays astray
And you must not forget that spool yarn that I spun
So the old woman took the whip in her hand and she went to
drive the plough,
The old man took the pail in his hand and he went to milk
But Tidy hinched and Tidy splinched and Tidy broke his nose
And Tiny gave him such a blow it made the blood run down
“Ho Tidy! Ho Tidy! Do stand still!
If I ever milk you again you’ll be sorry against your
He went to feed the little pigs that were within the sty
And he hit his head against the beam and how the blood did
He went to mind the speckled hen for fear she lay astray
And he forgot that spool yarn his wife spun yesterday.
So he cried to the sun and the moon and the stars and the
green leaves on the tree
If my wife never does a days work in all her life she’ll
never be ruled by me. ... ..."