There was a weasel lived in the sun  With all his family,  Till a keeper shot him with his gun  And hung him up on a tree,  Where he...

Running along a bank, a parapet  That saves from the precipitous wood below  The level road, there is a path. It serves Children for...

The sun used to shine while we two walked  Slowly together, paused and started  Again, and sometimes mused, sometimes talked  As either...