At the Back of the North Wind by George MacDonald
page 178 of 360 (49%)
page 178 of 360 (49%)
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And every bird high up on the bough, And every creature low down below, He called, and the creatures obeyed the call, Took their legs and their wings and followed him all; Squirrels that carried their tails like a sack, Each on his own little humpy brown back; Householder snails, and slugs all tails, And butterflies, flutterbies, ships all sails; And weasels, and ousels, and mice, and larks, And owls, and rere-mice, and harkydarks, All went running, and creeping, and flowing, After the merry boy fluttering and going; The dappled fawns fawning, the fallow-deer following, The swallows and flies, flying and swallowing; Cockchafers, henchafers, cockioli-birds, Cockroaches, henroaches, cuckoos in herds. The spider forgot and followed him spinning, And lost all his thread from end to beginning. The gay wasp forgot his rings and his waist, He never had made such undignified haste. |
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