I love telling the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Aside from how well it works as a story for kids, going from smallest to biggest, you get to do a troll voice - "Who's that Trip-Trapping over my bridge?" - and any story involving head-butting always gets a laugh. This is my homage to the goats who just wanted to cross a bridge to get to the greener grass on the other side. "And they are probably still there, to this very day. Snip snap snout, this tale's told out."

In honour of Easter Monday, here's another egg poem. Poor Humpty. What a morbid nursery rhyme.

Humpty Dumpty
The wall
The fall
An egg is quiet