★ Five Little White Heads Story :
Five little white heads peeped out of the mould, When the dew was damp and the night was cold; And they crowded their way through the soil with pride; “Hurrah! We are going to be mushrooms!” they cried.
But the sun came up, and the sun shone down, And the little white heads were withered and brown; Long were their faces, their pride had a fall– They were nothing but toadstools, after all.
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