Once there was a young girl in a small town. She seemed to be a plain, normal girl. During the day, people at the market would not even look at her twice. She was polite, quiet, and smart. Most people in the town barely noticed her. Those who did notice her could never remember her name. She was just a girl to them.
To her father, however, she was special. You see, her father owned a small bakery. He did not enjoy baking. In fact, he hated it. He really wanted to be an inventor. He had all kinds of inventions sitting around the house, collecting dust.

Question

Once there was a young girl in a small town. She seemed to be a plain, normal girl. During the day, people at the market would not even look at her twice. She was polite, quiet, and smart. Most people in the town barely noticed her. Those who did notice her could never remember her name. She was just a girl to them.
     To her father, however, she was special. You see, her father owned a small bakery. He did not enjoy baking. In fact, he hated it. He really wanted to be an inventor. He had all kinds of inventions sitting around the house, collecting dust.

anonymous · Answer

Two mice once lived inside a clock;
Their names were Pit and Pat;
They'd sneak around the house at night
and play with Bob the cat.

1. Read this poem out loud. How many beats are there in the first line? (Hint: Each time a syllable sounds stronger than the others, that's called a beat.)
four
three
five
six