Versos English James Whitcomb Riley Iii

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Wunst he blowed an' telled 'em all: "Saddle up yer bees-- Fireflies is gittin' fat An' sassy as you please!-- Guess we'll go a-huntin'!" So they hunt' a little bit, Till the King blowed "Supper-time," Nen they all quit.