Thanksgiving is America's preeminent day. It is celebrated every year on the fourth Thursday in November. It has a very interesting history. Its origin can be traced back to the 16th century when the first Thanksgiving dinner is said to have taken place.
Journey of Pilgrims
The legendary pilgrims crossed the Atlantic in the year 1620 in Mayflower-A 17th century sailing vessel. About 102 people traveled for nearly two months with extreme difficulty. This was so because they were kept in the cargo space of the sailing vessel. No one was allowed to go on the deck due to terrible storms. The pilgrims comforted themselves by singing Psalms - a sacred song.
Arrival in Plymouth
The pilgrims reached Plymouth rock on December 11th 1620, after a sea journey of 66 days. Though the original destination was somewhere in the northern part of Virginia, they could not reach the place owing to winds blowing them off course. Nearly 46 pilgrims died due to extreme cold in winter. However, in the spring of 1621, Squanto, a native Indian, taught the pilgrims to survive by growing food.
Day of Fasting and Prayer
In the summer of 1621, owing to severe drought, pilgrims called for a day of fasting and prayer to please God and ask for a bountiful harvest in the coming season. God answered their prayers and it rained at the end of the day. It saved the corn crops.
First Thanksgiving Feast
It is said that Pilgrims learnt to grow corn, beans and pumpkins from the Indians, which helped all of them to survive. In the autumn of 1621, they held a grand celebration where 90 people were invited, including the Indians. The grand feast was organized to thank God for His favors. This communal dinner is popularly known as “The first Thanksgiving feast”. There is, however, no evidence to prove if the dinner actually took place.
Turkey and First Thanksgiving Feast
There is no evidence to prove if the customary turkey was a part of the initial feast. According to the first hand account written by the leader of the colony, the food included ducks, geese, venison, fish, berries etc.
Pumpkin and Thanksgiving Feast
Pumpkin pie, a modern staple adorning every dinner table, is unlikely to have been a part of the first Thanksgiving feast. Pilgrims, however, did have boiled pumpkin. Diminishing supply of flour led to the absence of any kind of bread.
The feast continued for three days and was eaten outside due to lack of space. It was not repeated till 1623, which again witnessed a severe drought. Governor Bradford proclaimed another day of Thanksgiving in the year 1676. October of 1777 witnessed a time when all the 13 colonies joined in a communal celebration. It also marked the victory over the British.
After a number of events and changes, President Lincoln proclaimed last Thursday in November of Thanksgiving in the year 1863. This was due to the continuous efforts of Sarah Josepha Hale, a magazine editor. She wrote a number of articles for the cause.
www.Thansgiving-day.org
sábado, 20 de novembro de 2010
quarta-feira, 10 de novembro de 2010
Coisas que as pessoas dizem...
Agora é pra valer! - Now it's for real!
Bem feito! (Você mereceu o castigo) - It serves you right!
Bem feito! (cumprimentando alguém por ter feito um bom trabalho) - Well done!
Bem me quer, mal me quer... - She loves me, she loves me not...
Cara ou coroa? - Heads or tails?
Fiquei ensopado./Fiquei encharcado. - I got soaking wet.
Isso dá! (Isso serve!) - That will do!
Você está se precipitando... - You are rushing into things...
Bem feito! (Você mereceu o castigo) - It serves you right!
Bem feito! (cumprimentando alguém por ter feito um bom trabalho) - Well done!
Bem me quer, mal me quer... - She loves me, she loves me not...
Cara ou coroa? - Heads or tails?
Fiquei ensopado./Fiquei encharcado. - I got soaking wet.
Isso dá! (Isso serve!) - That will do!
Você está se precipitando... - You are rushing into things...
sexta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2010
Monica's gang.
Divirta-se com a Mônica e sua turma, em inglês.
Gibs on-line, games e muito mais.
Site: http://www.monica.com.br/ingles/i-home.htm
Gibs on-line, games e muito mais.
Site: http://www.monica.com.br/ingles/i-home.htm
sexta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2010
Curso de Imersão em inglês, no Vale da Neve.
Quando chegamos para pegar o ônibus às 19h00min começou a chover. Logo imaginei que seria um mau sinal, que isso poderia estragar nosso passeio. Depois de nos despedirmos de amigos e parentes partimos para o Snow Valey. Apesar da chuva numa sexta-feira, o vídeo “Friends” trazido pela Nilda nos agradou. O vídeo também nos salvou de ouvir a cantoria da Janete e da Tamara, conforme elas tinham prometido. Obrigado, Nilda.
Depois de uma breve parada para comer finalmente chegamos ao Snow Valley, + ou - à uma hora da manhã. Nossa bagagem foi levada até a “pousada”. Seguimos em uma escuridão total já que nossas lanternas seguiram com a bagagem e ninguém, naquela hora, lembrou de nos explicar porque havia sido pedido para que trouxéssemos lanternas. Não foi uma caminhada fácil, especialmente para alguns, que vieram direto do trabalho, usando salto alto (alguns-Janete). Fomos direto para a cama, já que tínhamos um dia longo, com muitas surpresas.
A manhã começou com um café americano às 08h00min para os rapazes, pois para as mulheres como sempre atrasadas o café foi às 08h15min. O menu era panqueca americana acompanhada da versão brasileira do Maple Syrup e uma conversa muito simpática com a nossa anfitriã, Mrs. Butterfield. Felizmente as calorias seriam queimadas mais tarde. Alguns precisariam de mais queima de calorias do que outros por causa da quantidade de panquecas que eu os vi comer! Se alguém quisesse algo mais, podia comer comida brasileira.
Mal terminamos de engolir as panquecas, já começamos as atividades. Um dos grupos começou com arvorismo. Subimos uma escada para fazer arvorismo (canopi) em três etapas. Uma mais apavorante do que a outra na opinião da Nilda. Depois disso, e talvez menos assustador, percorremos 03 circuitos de tirolesa (zip lining). Uma de 300m, outra de 400m e a última de 150m. A segunda era tão rápida que era preciso um pára-quedas. Em pé na plataforma, olhando para a plataforma de chegada dava medo, pavor e vontade de fugir dali. Mas parafraseando Neil Armstrong, um pequeno passo para o homem (ou mulher) um passo gigante para o CCBEU. Depois da primeira vez fica mais fácil e você começa a curtir.
O grupo que começou com a tirolesa recebeu uma carona arrepiante num caminhão aberto de volta ao topo do morro para iniciar arvorismo. Se comparar com o passeio no caminhão foi mais fácil.
Depois de todo esse exercício tivemos outro almoço americano com sobremesas saborosas. Depois do almoço era necessário um descanso. À 01h30min tivemos uma aula de inglês com nossa anfitriã. (Lembre-se de manter seu dedo molhado). A tarde começou com uma trilha de 1,5 Km liderada por nossos instrutores bem informados. Uma caminhada agradável, com alguns acidentes de percurso, com paradas freqüentes para conversar e tirar fotos. No final da tarde fizemos um piquenique seguido de alguns jogos como futebol, alguns esportes inventados pelas garotas e o popular arco e flecha. Eu gostaria de falar sobre a excelente habilidade do Ivan no arco e flecha, mas eu estaria mentindo, então melhor não falar nada.
Depois de um chuveiro rápido para os mais limpinhos, fomos ao restaurante para uma refeição a base de cachorro quente, e outra vez as deliciosas sobremesas. Pergunte à Nilda sobre isso. Em seguida era hora de acender a fogueira e curtir o calor do fogo, o calor de nossas companhias, as estórias de fantasmas dos nossos anfitriões e o doce sabor dos marshmallows. Depois, todos foram para a cama.
O domingo de manhã começou com um café com ovos, bacon e torradas e Tamara lamentando a falta das panquecas. Os que não tiveram aula de inglês no dia anterior foram à aula e os outros foram no pêndulo. Subimos em uma plataforma bem alta, fomos amarrados, pulamos e nos balançamos no ar acompanhados por gritos (Beatriz vence a competição de grito mais alto), gargalhadas dos que estavam assistindo e o flash das câmeras. Então, para se acalmar um pouquinho, você podia ir na tirolesa outra vez. Tudo isso aconteceu antes do almoço, pois não seria nada agradável depois, se é que vocês me entendem.
Finalmente, depois de um ótimo almoço foi dado o prêmio a dois alunos. Este prêmio é normalmente dado ao melhor aluno, mas de acordo com nossos anfitriões, nosso grupo era tão bom que resolveram fazer um sorteio. Todos estão de parabéns, pois todos tentaram falar inglês durante todo o tempo que estiveram lá. Portanto André e Silvana foram sorteados e ganharam camisetas com estampa do Snow Valley. Acho que o André acredita que trabalha lá agora. Então, depois de muitos agradecimentos a todos os anfitriões e um milhão de fotos, era hora de embarcar e partir. De alguma maneira nós evitamos a cantoria novamente, não tenho certeza como, mas acho que ouvi a Tamara roncando, talvez tenha sido por isso.
Nilda, Fernanda e eu (Andi) gostaríamos de agradecer e parabenizar a todos. Não só porque vocês participaram de todas as atividades, mas principalmente porque todos falaram inglês muito bem, deixando-nos muito orgulhosos de tê-los como alunos.
Autor: Andrew Paul Greenwood
Traduzido por: Nilda Nilsa Felício
Depois de uma breve parada para comer finalmente chegamos ao Snow Valley, + ou - à uma hora da manhã. Nossa bagagem foi levada até a “pousada”. Seguimos em uma escuridão total já que nossas lanternas seguiram com a bagagem e ninguém, naquela hora, lembrou de nos explicar porque havia sido pedido para que trouxéssemos lanternas. Não foi uma caminhada fácil, especialmente para alguns, que vieram direto do trabalho, usando salto alto (alguns-Janete). Fomos direto para a cama, já que tínhamos um dia longo, com muitas surpresas.
A manhã começou com um café americano às 08h00min para os rapazes, pois para as mulheres como sempre atrasadas o café foi às 08h15min. O menu era panqueca americana acompanhada da versão brasileira do Maple Syrup e uma conversa muito simpática com a nossa anfitriã, Mrs. Butterfield. Felizmente as calorias seriam queimadas mais tarde. Alguns precisariam de mais queima de calorias do que outros por causa da quantidade de panquecas que eu os vi comer! Se alguém quisesse algo mais, podia comer comida brasileira.
Mal terminamos de engolir as panquecas, já começamos as atividades. Um dos grupos começou com arvorismo. Subimos uma escada para fazer arvorismo (canopi) em três etapas. Uma mais apavorante do que a outra na opinião da Nilda. Depois disso, e talvez menos assustador, percorremos 03 circuitos de tirolesa (zip lining). Uma de 300m, outra de 400m e a última de 150m. A segunda era tão rápida que era preciso um pára-quedas. Em pé na plataforma, olhando para a plataforma de chegada dava medo, pavor e vontade de fugir dali. Mas parafraseando Neil Armstrong, um pequeno passo para o homem (ou mulher) um passo gigante para o CCBEU. Depois da primeira vez fica mais fácil e você começa a curtir.
O grupo que começou com a tirolesa recebeu uma carona arrepiante num caminhão aberto de volta ao topo do morro para iniciar arvorismo. Se comparar com o passeio no caminhão foi mais fácil.
Depois de todo esse exercício tivemos outro almoço americano com sobremesas saborosas. Depois do almoço era necessário um descanso. À 01h30min tivemos uma aula de inglês com nossa anfitriã. (Lembre-se de manter seu dedo molhado). A tarde começou com uma trilha de 1,5 Km liderada por nossos instrutores bem informados. Uma caminhada agradável, com alguns acidentes de percurso, com paradas freqüentes para conversar e tirar fotos. No final da tarde fizemos um piquenique seguido de alguns jogos como futebol, alguns esportes inventados pelas garotas e o popular arco e flecha. Eu gostaria de falar sobre a excelente habilidade do Ivan no arco e flecha, mas eu estaria mentindo, então melhor não falar nada.
Depois de um chuveiro rápido para os mais limpinhos, fomos ao restaurante para uma refeição a base de cachorro quente, e outra vez as deliciosas sobremesas. Pergunte à Nilda sobre isso. Em seguida era hora de acender a fogueira e curtir o calor do fogo, o calor de nossas companhias, as estórias de fantasmas dos nossos anfitriões e o doce sabor dos marshmallows. Depois, todos foram para a cama.
O domingo de manhã começou com um café com ovos, bacon e torradas e Tamara lamentando a falta das panquecas. Os que não tiveram aula de inglês no dia anterior foram à aula e os outros foram no pêndulo. Subimos em uma plataforma bem alta, fomos amarrados, pulamos e nos balançamos no ar acompanhados por gritos (Beatriz vence a competição de grito mais alto), gargalhadas dos que estavam assistindo e o flash das câmeras. Então, para se acalmar um pouquinho, você podia ir na tirolesa outra vez. Tudo isso aconteceu antes do almoço, pois não seria nada agradável depois, se é que vocês me entendem.
Finalmente, depois de um ótimo almoço foi dado o prêmio a dois alunos. Este prêmio é normalmente dado ao melhor aluno, mas de acordo com nossos anfitriões, nosso grupo era tão bom que resolveram fazer um sorteio. Todos estão de parabéns, pois todos tentaram falar inglês durante todo o tempo que estiveram lá. Portanto André e Silvana foram sorteados e ganharam camisetas com estampa do Snow Valley. Acho que o André acredita que trabalha lá agora. Então, depois de muitos agradecimentos a todos os anfitriões e um milhão de fotos, era hora de embarcar e partir. De alguma maneira nós evitamos a cantoria novamente, não tenho certeza como, mas acho que ouvi a Tamara roncando, talvez tenha sido por isso.
Nilda, Fernanda e eu (Andi) gostaríamos de agradecer e parabenizar a todos. Não só porque vocês participaram de todas as atividades, mas principalmente porque todos falaram inglês muito bem, deixando-nos muito orgulhosos de tê-los como alunos.
Autor: Andrew Paul Greenwood
Traduzido por: Nilda Nilsa Felício
Immersion course in English at the Snow Valley
As we arrived to board the coach at 7 o’clock the rain started, “was this going to be an omen for the weekend” I asked my self. Unlike class, everyone arrived promptly and after some goodbyes from friends and relatives we set off for Snow Valley. Rain, Fridays and 7 o’clock do not facilitate rapid progress and as we crawled out of Blumenau the Friends Video, so thoughtfully brought by Nilda, began. Which had the added bonus of preventing Janete and Tamara commencing the communal singing as threatened. Once again, well done Nilda.
After a brief stop for food we eventually arrived at Snow Valley around one in the morning. As our luggage was transported down a small rocky path to the accommodation, known as ´the hotel´ by those with as sense of humor or the hostel to those with a sense of reality, we followed in the dark as all the torches were thoughtfully left in the luggage. Not an easy walk for some, who coming straight from work, were still in high heels (some = Janete). Still all safely negotiated and straight to bed as we had a big day to follow.
The morning started with an American breakfast at 8 o’clock, well to be honest 8 for the boys around 8.15 for the girls, late as usual. The menu consisted of American pancakes accompanied by the Brazilian version of Maple syrup, a sweet honey like substance and a small introductory talk by our hosts. Luckily the calories would be burned off later, some needing more burning than others by the amount of pancakes I saw them eating. We also had a variety of Brazilian delicacies, if so required.
Before the pancakes had even had chance to settle in the stomach the activities began. Half to the Zip lining, which consisted of 3 rides; the first 300 meters, the second 400 meters and the third 150 meters, strapped to a wire and sliding down it to the bottom. The first is the quickest as the second is so steep it requires a parachute. Standing on the platform looking at the safety net 300 meters below creates emotions of fear, horror and get me out of here. But to paraphrase Neil Armstrong one small step for man (or women) one giant leap for CCBEU kind. After the first time it does get easier and you can begin to enjoy it. The other group was traversing. A mixture of obstacles to be overcome which in themselves are easy except they exist way above the ground in the tree tops. Fear is followed by relief and a sense of achievement as you complete the course only to be confronted with the zip wire. Those who did the zip lining first had the terrifying van ride back to the top. After the van ride the traverse was easy by comparison.
After all the exercise, another American themed lunch, with some nice desserts available. Once you had eaten as much as you liked a little rest period followed to relax before half the group had some American English lessons from our host. (Remember people to keep that finger wet.) The afternoon started with a 1.5 KM nature trail led by our extremely well informed instructors. A gentle walk, if a little tricky, with frequent stops to talk and of course take the obligatory photos. The rest of the afternoon consisted of a quick picnic followed by some games including football, some made up game by the girls and the most popular Archery. I would love to tell you about Ivan’s excellent archery skills but I would be lying, so I won’t.
After a quick shower for the hygienic members of the group we ventured into the restaurant for an evening meal of hot dog and again some excellent desserts, just ask Nilda about them. Then it was time to light the bonfire and enjoy the warmth of the fire, the warmth of the company, the ghost stories of the hosts and the sweet taste of toasted marshmallows. Then we all retired to bed.
Sunday morning started with a later breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast and Tamara lamenting about pancakes. The un-educated from yesterday had their American lesson while the others went on the pendulum. This consists of climbing up to a great height, being strapped to a rope and jumping off a great height, to swing through the air accompanied by screaming (Beatriz wins the loudest scream competition) laughing, from those on the ground and the flash of cameras. Then to calm down a little you could go on the zip line again. All this happens before lunch as it might not be as pleasant after, if you know what I mean.
So finally after a nice lunch we had the prize giving. Normally given to the best student, but as our hosts said and I totally concur with them, our group was so good in trying everything and speaking English to such an excellent standard all weekend that it was impossible to choose, so therefore André and Silvana were drawn and received the Snow Valley T-Shirts. I think André believes he works there now. So after a big thank you to everybody and about 1 million photos it was time to board the coach and depart. Somehow we managed to avoid the community singing again, not sure how but I think I heard Tamara snoring, so maybe that’s a clue.
Nilda, Fernanda and I (Geezer) would like to thank and congratulate everybody on the weekend. Not only on you taking part in all the activities but more importantly the consistency and accuracy with which you spoke English made us all proud of you.
(Autor: Andrew Paul Greenwood)
After a brief stop for food we eventually arrived at Snow Valley around one in the morning. As our luggage was transported down a small rocky path to the accommodation, known as ´the hotel´ by those with as sense of humor or the hostel to those with a sense of reality, we followed in the dark as all the torches were thoughtfully left in the luggage. Not an easy walk for some, who coming straight from work, were still in high heels (some = Janete). Still all safely negotiated and straight to bed as we had a big day to follow.
The morning started with an American breakfast at 8 o’clock, well to be honest 8 for the boys around 8.15 for the girls, late as usual. The menu consisted of American pancakes accompanied by the Brazilian version of Maple syrup, a sweet honey like substance and a small introductory talk by our hosts. Luckily the calories would be burned off later, some needing more burning than others by the amount of pancakes I saw them eating. We also had a variety of Brazilian delicacies, if so required.
Before the pancakes had even had chance to settle in the stomach the activities began. Half to the Zip lining, which consisted of 3 rides; the first 300 meters, the second 400 meters and the third 150 meters, strapped to a wire and sliding down it to the bottom. The first is the quickest as the second is so steep it requires a parachute. Standing on the platform looking at the safety net 300 meters below creates emotions of fear, horror and get me out of here. But to paraphrase Neil Armstrong one small step for man (or women) one giant leap for CCBEU kind. After the first time it does get easier and you can begin to enjoy it. The other group was traversing. A mixture of obstacles to be overcome which in themselves are easy except they exist way above the ground in the tree tops. Fear is followed by relief and a sense of achievement as you complete the course only to be confronted with the zip wire. Those who did the zip lining first had the terrifying van ride back to the top. After the van ride the traverse was easy by comparison.
After all the exercise, another American themed lunch, with some nice desserts available. Once you had eaten as much as you liked a little rest period followed to relax before half the group had some American English lessons from our host. (Remember people to keep that finger wet.) The afternoon started with a 1.5 KM nature trail led by our extremely well informed instructors. A gentle walk, if a little tricky, with frequent stops to talk and of course take the obligatory photos. The rest of the afternoon consisted of a quick picnic followed by some games including football, some made up game by the girls and the most popular Archery. I would love to tell you about Ivan’s excellent archery skills but I would be lying, so I won’t.
After a quick shower for the hygienic members of the group we ventured into the restaurant for an evening meal of hot dog and again some excellent desserts, just ask Nilda about them. Then it was time to light the bonfire and enjoy the warmth of the fire, the warmth of the company, the ghost stories of the hosts and the sweet taste of toasted marshmallows. Then we all retired to bed.
Sunday morning started with a later breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast and Tamara lamenting about pancakes. The un-educated from yesterday had their American lesson while the others went on the pendulum. This consists of climbing up to a great height, being strapped to a rope and jumping off a great height, to swing through the air accompanied by screaming (Beatriz wins the loudest scream competition) laughing, from those on the ground and the flash of cameras. Then to calm down a little you could go on the zip line again. All this happens before lunch as it might not be as pleasant after, if you know what I mean.
So finally after a nice lunch we had the prize giving. Normally given to the best student, but as our hosts said and I totally concur with them, our group was so good in trying everything and speaking English to such an excellent standard all weekend that it was impossible to choose, so therefore André and Silvana were drawn and received the Snow Valley T-Shirts. I think André believes he works there now. So after a big thank you to everybody and about 1 million photos it was time to board the coach and depart. Somehow we managed to avoid the community singing again, not sure how but I think I heard Tamara snoring, so maybe that’s a clue.
Nilda, Fernanda and I (Geezer) would like to thank and congratulate everybody on the weekend. Not only on you taking part in all the activities but more importantly the consistency and accuracy with which you spoke English made us all proud of you.
(Autor: Andrew Paul Greenwood)
sábado, 16 de outubro de 2010
Coisas que as pessoas dizem...
Agora estamos quites! Now we are even!
Ele já era! He's history!
Eu cresci ouvindo os Beatles etc. I grew up on the Beatles, etc.
Foi de graça! (muito barato) That was dirt cheap!
Isso é um roubo! (muito caro) That's a rip-off!
Rapidinho/Num piscar de olhos. In no time / In a flash / In the blink of an eye
Sem ressentimentos... No hard feelings...
Ele já era! He's history!
Eu cresci ouvindo os Beatles etc. I grew up on the Beatles, etc.
Foi de graça! (muito barato) That was dirt cheap!
Isso é um roubo! (muito caro) That's a rip-off!
Rapidinho/Num piscar de olhos. In no time / In a flash / In the blink of an eye
Sem ressentimentos... No hard feelings...
sábado, 9 de outubro de 2010
“I Know an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly”
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a bird. How absurd to swallow a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she
swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a cat. Think of that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider
that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a dog. Oh what a hog, to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the
bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she
swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a goat. Popped open her throat, and swallowed a goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a cow. Don't ask me how, but she swallowed a cow! She swallowed the cow to catch the goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a horse. She died, of course!
(Fonte: www.transparent.com.br)
I know an old lady who swallowed a spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a bird. How absurd to swallow a bird.
She swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she
swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a cat. Think of that to swallow a cat!
She swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider
that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a dog. Oh what a hog, to swallow a dog!
She swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the
bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she
swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a goat. Popped open her throat, and swallowed a goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a cow. Don't ask me how, but she swallowed a cow! She swallowed the cow to catch the goat, she swallowed the goat to catch the dog, she swallowed the dog to catch the cat, she swallowed the cat to catch the bird, she swallowed the bird to catch the spider that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her. She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. I don't know why she swallowed the fly. Perhaps she'll die.
I know an old lady who swallowed a horse. She died, of course!
(Fonte: www.transparent.com.br)
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