Shall I tell yer a story of grandma, a bonnet; shall I tell yer a tale of a pig and her brood?
Look out at that beanstalk, a bridge and a billy goat, ancestors of bears and uncountable wolves.
Around they go baby - old stories like fountains - and, after all the axes and giants returnin’, shall I tell yer a story and make it anew? |
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