en leaves; he cropped Some clovers, blooming red;Then straight on his back feet he stood, And turned each way his head, As if he listened to a sound. Twas such a funny sight,To see him, as he looked around, I laughed out for delight. Back sprang the woodchuck to his hole; Out from the fern we came…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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