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IN THE WOOD
- SAID the rabbits to the foxglove,
- “Don’t you wish that you could scramble
- In and out of lofty hedges,
- Shady bracken, trailing bramble?
- “When our play‐time is beginning,
- And the grasses make long shadows,
- Don’t you wish that you could join us
- Cutting capers in the meadows?”
