My favorite? The lizards who bask on the old mossy gate.

Free range parenting. Let them run in the countryside, but read to them and make them read. Why I get to be an old curmudgeon. My grandkids know I don’t put up with bad behavior. They love me for it. I’m the wall they know should be there and usually isn’t. And if they ever asked, I’d read them this one out loud.

Over in the Meadow

Written by Olive A. Wadsworth (1800s)

Over in the meadow,
In the sand in the sun
Lived an old mother toadie
And her little toadie one
“Wink!” said the mother;
“I wink!” said the one,
So they winked and they blinked
In the sand in the sun

Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fishes two
“Swim!” said the mother;
“We swim!” said the two,
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue

Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree
Lived an old mother bluebird
And her little birdies three
“Sing!” said the mother;
“We sing!” said the three
So they sang and were glad
In a hole in the tree

Over in the meadow,
In the reeds on the shore
Lived an old mother muskrat
And her little ratties four
“Dive!” said the mother;
“We dive!” said the four
So they dived and they burrowed
In the reeds on the shore

Over in the meadow,
In a snug beehive
Lived a mother honey bee
And her little bees five
“Buzz!” said the mother;
“We buzz!” said the five
So they buzzed and they hummed
In the snug beehive

Over in the meadow,
In a nest built of sticks
Lived a black mother crow
And her little crows six
“Caw!” said the mother;
“We caw!” said the six
So they cawed and they called
In their nest built of sticks

Over in the meadow,
Where the grass is so even
Lived a gay mother cricket
And her little crickets seven
“Chirp!” said the mother;
“We chirp!” said the seven
So they chirped cheery notes
In the grass soft and even

Over in the meadow,
By the old mossy gate
Lived a brown mother lizard
And her little lizards eight
“Bask!” said the mother;
“We bask!” said the eight
So they basked in the sun
On the old mossy gate

Over in the meadow,
Where the quiet pools shine
Lived a green mother frog
And her little froggies nine
“Croak!” said the mother;
“We croak!” said the nine
So they croaked and they splashed
Where the quiet pools shine

Over in the meadow,
In a sly little den
Lived a gray mother spider
And her little spiders ten
“Spin!” said the mother;
“We spin!” said the ten
So they spun lacy webs
In their sly little den

Don’t know how I feel about this video. I prefer the act of reading to computer entertainment.