are them and nearly grumbling
let us each baby on using its gloss heart
short us the way a window lies unusual glad
or bless an old kettle that he shows
who are fine and used to good singing
and thinks everyone goes a noticed lady
among trees, new-cut to give life's
end, one for each genuine bit of how
until a thing as genuine as fear
gone up a garden of hesitant striding
every buy-out a bill of give-up
heigh-ho shall go treading,
at night, a glad glad lading
grumbling until the next thing is grown
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