0, HOW IT RAINS! The wind it is roaring, The rain it is pouring,And Sissy and I have been out for a walk; But isnt it lucky, We both are so plucky,The rain cannot scare us from laughter and talk? I am her big brother (She hasnt another),And she s all the sister that ever I had. No girl could be…
Children's stories · Children's poetry
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