lie took Papas umbrelhi outAnd in the rain he splashed about.But stronger, stronger, grew the breeze,It whistled louder through the trees, FAVOURITES OF A NURSERl … It caught the umbrella, — do look there And whirled him up into the air.Into the clouds poor Kobert flew,—His little hat before him blew.
Nursery rhymes
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