The fields all cleared the labouring mice
To sheltering hedge & wood patrol
Where hips and & haws for food suffice
That chumbled lie about the hole
& squirrel bobbing from the eye
Is busy now about its hoard
& in old nest of crow and pie
Its winter store is oft explored
The leaves now leave the willows grey
& down the brook they wind
So hopes and pleasures whirl away
& vanish from the mind
Is busy now about its hoard
& in old nest of crow and pie
Its winter store is oft explored
The leaves now leave the willows grey
& down the brook they wind
So hopes and pleasures whirl away
& vanish from the mind
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