by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer...
Bedtime Stories by Lilian Moore
> "Tell me a story," Says Witch's Child. > > "About the Beast So fierce and wild. > > About a Ghost > > That shrieks and groans. > > A Skeleton That rattles bones. > > About a Monster...
The North Wind Doth Blow
> The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor > Robin do then? > > Poor thing! > > He'll sit in a barn, > > And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing. > >...
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