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| WHERE THE BEE SUCKS |
| Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a Cowslip's bell I lie, There I cowch when Owles do crie, On the Batt's back I doe flie After sommer merrily. Merrily, Merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the Bow. William Shakespeare |
| MELMILLO |
| Three and thirty birds there stood In an Elder in a wood, Called Mellmillo - Flew off three, Leaving thirty inthe tree, Called Mellmillo - nine now gone, And the boughs held twenty-one, Called Mellmillo - and eighteen Left but three to nod and preen, Called Mellmillo - three - two - one Now of birds were feathers none. Then stole slim Mellmillo in To that wood all dusk and gree, And with lean long palms outspread Softly a strange dance did tread, Not a note of music she Had for echoing company, All the birds were flown to rest In the hollow of her breast, In the wood - thorn, elder, willow - Danced alon - lone danced Mellmillo. Walter De La Mare |
| FAIRIES IN MY GARDEN |
| Down in my garden By the old gum tree, I saw three fairies dancing, One, two, three. They made a fairy circlee And skipped and skipped around, They stooped to pick updaisy chains, That lay upon the ground. They held their shiny magic wands, And did a dance so gay, Then they flapped their fairy wings And gently flew away. |
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