Note to recorder:
Please follow the rhythm of the poem
THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE
Under a toad stool
Crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain
To shelter himself.
Under the toad stool
Sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse
All in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf
Frightened, and yet
Fearing to fly away
Lest he get wet.
To the next shelter--
Maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf
Smiled a wee smile;
Tugged till the toad stool
Toppled in two;
Holding it over him,
Gayly he flew.
Soon he was safe home,
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse--
"Good gracious me!
"Where is my toad stool?"
Loud he lamented.
And that's how umbrellas
First were invented.
--OLIVER HERFORD.
Thanks you very much :D. That sounds great!