I slumbered very late, And wakened none too soon;The butterflies were laughing, — I saw twas really June.I opened wide my eyes And took a peep around;I saw coy Mrs. Buttercup With golden glory crowned. I saw a little birdA-trying hard to fly. I saw a little cloudWith eyes of violet-blue 1 said,… … Sammy lived very near the river, and, being a small boy, had littleelse to do than to play. He liked to watch the boats, big and little,that plied up and down the broad sheet of water, and had a littlefleet of his own. He could not make his boats very well. Somewere too heavy, and some a little…
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