1 ::•!# Whisk, every one wasgoneIn just a jiffy oftime !And hidden too, evenwhile he shoutedHis final sing-songrhyme. And then began thesearch. Hullo, cried Ted,I spy! —As this and that onehe discoveredWith quick andeager eye. I SPY. Up from the nearest fence, Out from behind a bush,From…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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