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204 At the Back of the North Wind
The gay wasp forgot his rings and his waist, He never had made such undignified haste.
The dragon-flies melted to mist with their hurrying. The mole in his moleskins left his barrowing burrowing. |
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The bees went buzzing, so busy and beesy,
And the midges in columns so upright and easy.
But Little Boy Blue was not content, Calling for followers still as he went,
Blowing his horn, and beating his drum, And crying aloud, "Come all of you, come!"
He said to the shadows, "Come after me;' And the shadows began to flicker and flee, |
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