ross,To that bank of moss,With you racing pastThe smooth stones so fast. If only I knew,I d come and play too,I dont think you d mind,Your voice sounds so kind.Who taught you to eing,You dear little thing! CROSSING THE liliUOK. Now please dont be rude,Though I must intrude,And wade fairly… … Thanks, kind little rill ! Thotlgh you curt keep still,Ymi did nt get cross.
Children's stories · Children's poetry
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