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202 At the Back of the North Wind
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood.
Sing- apples and cherries, roses and honey; He said, " I would not go back if I could,
IVs all so jolly and funny."
He sang, "This wood is all my own,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
So here I '11 sit, like a king on my throne, All so jolly and funny."
A little snake crept out of the tree,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey;
" Lie down at my feet, little snake," said he, A11 so jolly and funny.
A little bird sang in the tree overhead,
Apples and cherries, roses and honey,
"Come and sing your song on my finger instead, All so jolly and funny."
The snake coiled up; and the bird flew down, And sang him the song of Birdie Brown.
Little Boy Blue found it tiresome to sit, And he thought he had better walk on a bit.
So up he got, his way to take,
And he said, "Come along, little bird and snake."
And waves of snake o'er the damp leaves passed, And the snake went first and Birdie Brown last;
By Boy Blue's head, with flutter and dart, Flew Birdie Brown with its song in its heart.
He came where the apples grew red and sweet: "Tree, drop me an apple down at my feet."
He came where the cherries hung plump and red: " Come to my mouth, sweet kisses," he said. |
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