Such a sunny, brisk, autumn day,
slight breeze blew along their way.
Long gone,
long gone are hazy Sundays,
and those warm, lazy Mondays
All of a sudden, shouted the Fox:
“Found a hat I have!"
"Pondering, pondering, deeply wondering. Is that the hat that belonged to the gentle nice rat"?
"Yes, the hat belongs to the rat", said the Raven, from distant haven.
This fellow, old and grey,
had feathers like straw and hay.
Selite:
oletus
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