brella overhead,The flickering shade of boughs instead,And* read a book of fairy rhyme,All in their gay vacation time. Quoth he : The dearest, queerest story Was that one of the fairy prince,Who sailed down stream in his pearl dory, Neath boughs of rose and flowering quince,To save the lovely… … Sheep : Ba-a, ba-a ! Honey-sweet the cloversblowing. Ba-a, ba-a ! Juicy-green the grass isgrowing, I think, quoth she, theres one thatsbetter: 32 DOWN IN THE CLOSER About that little fairy girl,Who bound the ogre with a fetter Of spiderwort and grass and pearl;Then singing in the gateway sat, Till…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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