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[I stood in the shadow on forest ground]
I stood in the shadow on forest ground
Where a squirrel, thinking me bole and roots,
Came nearer and nearer, but suddenly found
By nose that a mischief was present in boots.
Where a squirrel, thinking me bole and roots,
Came nearer and nearer, but suddenly found
By nose that a mischief was present in boots.
A gun went off in his startled head
With the bang that is never a bang. How he spat
The fury intended to drop me dead
And whipped up a beech with the vim of a cat!
With the bang that is never a bang. How he spat
The fury intended to drop me dead
And whipped up a beech with the vim of a cat!
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