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The Elf Singing By William Allingham
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An elf sat on a twig, she was not very big, She sang a little song, She did not think it wrong; But she was on wizard’s ground, Who hated all sweet sound.
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Elf, Elf, Take care of yourself, He’s coming behind you, To seize you and bind you And Stifle your song. The Wizard! The Wizard! He’s changing his shape In crawling along. An ugly old ape, A poisonous lizard,
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A spotted spider A wormy glider, The Wizard! The Wizard! He’s up in a bough; He’ll bite your gizzard. He’s close now!
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The elf went on with her song, It grew clear and more strong, It lifted her into the air, She floated singing away, With rainbows in her hair; While the wizard-worm from his creep Made a sudden leap, Fell down in a hole, And, ere his magic word he could say, Was eaten by a mole.
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The City Mouse and the Country Mouse By Christina Rossetti The city mouse lives in the house; The garden mouse lives in a bower, He’s friendly with frogs and toads, And sees the pretty plants in flower. The city mouse eats bread and cheese; The garden mouse eats what he can; We will not grudge him seeds and stalks, Poor timid furry man .
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MICE By Rose Fyleman I think mice Are rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven’t any Chins at all. Their ears are pink, Their teeth are white, They run about The house at night. They nibble things They shouldn’t touch And no one seems To like them much. But I think mice Are nice. |
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