They make a cunning three-toed trackIn the soft, cool mud, — quack ! quack ! Ci I! cried the dandelion, I! My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry. And she lifted a tow sled yellow head Out of her green grass bed. I hope twill pour ! I hope twill pour! Purred the tree-toad at his gray bark door,,…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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