The Brave Little Tailor

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One summer morning
A little tailor was sitting on his table near the window
In good spirits, he was sewing with all his might
A peasant woman came down the street crying
Good jam for sale! Good jam for sale!

That sounded good to the little tailor
So he stuck his dainty head out the window and shouted
Come up here, my dear woman!
You can sell your goods here!

The woman carried her heavy basket
Up the three flights of stairs to the tailor
Who had her unpack all of her jars

He examined them, picking each one up and holding it to his nose
Finally he said: This jam looks good to me
Weigh out four ounces for me, even if it comes to a quarter pound
The woman, who had hoped to make a good sale
Gave him what he asked for, then went away angry and grumbling