Friday, July 18, 2014

A Poem for Gonff

“Across the lea, beneath the leaves,
When country lands wake up to spring.
Hurrah, here comes the Prince of Thieves,
Hear every small bird sing,
So daring and so handsome too,
He makes a wondrous sight,
But if he comes to visit you,
Lock up your treasure tight.”


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