By the garden-walk I chanced to see In a foxglove flower a bumble-bee; And when he was fairly sipping the honey, I fastened him into this prison funny. It8 long and hollow and flat, you see,— The very jail for a bumble-bee! Yes, it is a pity to shut him up,Though his jail is a lovely foxglove… … LONDON TOWN. Which is the way to London Town? Over the hills, across the down; Over the ridges, Over the bridges,Over the hills, across the down,—That is the way to London Town. And what shall I see in London Townt0, many a building, old and brown, Many a neat Old-fashioned street,And many a…
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