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PLAYING AT PARADISE
She called to me with dancing eyes,
‘We're both turned out of Paradise;
The Tree of Knowledge was the pear,
That's over in the corner there.
‘We're both turned out of Paradise;
The Tree of Knowledge was the pear,
That's over in the corner there.
‘And, mother dearest, Cousin Jake
Was simply splendid as the snake;
He curved about the trunk; to hiss
He shot his tongue out, just like this.
Was simply splendid as the snake;
He curved about the trunk; to hiss
He shot his tongue out, just like this.
‘He kicked the branches with his feet,
To knock us down some pears to eat,
And when we tasted them there came
An angel with a sword of flame.
To knock us down some pears to eat,
And when we tasted them there came
An angel with a sword of flame.
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‘Bob was the angel; and he said
We must dig thistles for our bread.
And though we digged with toil and pain,
He'd make the thistles grow again.
We must dig thistles for our bread.
And though we digged with toil and pain,
He'd make the thistles grow again.
‘But can he, mother? And he says
The orchard's shut to us for days.
Do come, and make him let us in,
Because we're sorry for our sin.’
The orchard's shut to us for days.
Do come, and make him let us in,
Because we're sorry for our sin.’
I went; and whirling by the gate
A wooden sword about his pate
I found our Bob in angel-wise
Guarding his orchard-paradise.
A wooden sword about his pate
I found our Bob in angel-wise
Guarding his orchard-paradise.
‘Beware the flaming sword!’ he cried,
‘It turns all ways! Don't come inside!’
‘Now, Bob, run in,’ I laughing said,
‘It's time all angels went to bed.’
‘It turns all ways! Don't come inside!’
‘Now, Bob, run in,’ I laughing said,
‘It's time all angels went to bed.’
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