Versos English Robert Louis Stevenson Iii

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The Abbot for a walk went out, A wealthy cleric, very stout, And Robin has that Abbot stuck As the red hunter spears the buck. The djavel or the javelin Has, you observe, gone bravely in, And you may hear that weapon whack Bang through the middle of his back. Hence we may learn that Abbots should Never go walking in a wood.

[Picture: Man on path]