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The Toads.
Over the forest and far away,
Where the hills are green and the rocks are gray,
There's a place, which only the fairies know,
Where once a year the toads all go.
Where the hills are green and the rocks are gray,
There's a place, which only the fairies know,
Where once a year the toads all go.
And there they are changed to ladies fair,
With great black eyes and curly hair,
And have fawn-skin dresses, and feather rings,
And wampum beads, and beautiful things.
With great black eyes and curly hair,
And have fawn-skin dresses, and feather rings,
And wampum beads, and beautiful things.
There they dance, and there they play,
Where the hills are green and the rocks are gray;
But it only lasts till there falls a rain,
And they all are turned into toads again.
Where the hills are green and the rocks are gray;
But it only lasts till there falls a rain,
And they all are turned into toads again.
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