A doting father once there was
Who loved his daughter Gerda,
Until she got the piano craze, -
Then how the passion stirred her!
Her fingers were wild elephant’s feet,
And as month after month he heard ‘her
He tried every way
To stop her play
From bribery to murder.
| One day when she was practicing,
He popped up behind and caught her
And dumped her in his wheelbarrow
And carried her off to slaughter.
Tipping her into a well, he cried,
“Hurrah! I’ve drowned my daughter!”
But a voice from the well
Rang out like a bell,
“Aha- there isn’t any water!”
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®GRAMMAR
SIMPLE PAST OF BE (POSITIVE)