Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum!

The ogre stomped around the room. He sniffed every corner. Suddenly he stopped.

" Fee, fi, fo, fum, " the ogre yelled. " I smell an Englishman! If he's alive, or if he's dead, I'll eat him on a slice of bread! "

Inside the oven Jack shook with fear. " This is awful, " he thought. " The ogre is going to find me. Then he'll put me on bread and eat me! "

Jack bit his hand so he wouldn't cry. " I'll never see Mother again, " he thought. " Why did I take those beans?"

" Fee, fi, fo, fum! " the angry ogre yelled again. " The smell is not an Englishman. It's an English boy! "