So a tree was bored with an augerTo the music of Connies tongue, A tiny trough made, and underA little tin bucket hung;. Drip, drip, all day until evening The great trees sweet sap run ;Drip, drip, till the pail brimmed over; Then the boiling was begun. Twas not outside in a snow-drift, As…
Children's literature, American · Children's literature
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