As I was walking in the park one day
I spied a pheasant by the way
I wondered at his pretty head
his coloring of rust and red
then fancied he'd look better dead
and served up with a slice of bread
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COME WITH ME IN THE NIGHT
"Come with me," said the arctic fox to his silvery corvidae friend,"Let us wander 'neath the tundra moon and watch the snow descend.Together we can haunt the night, as lonely as two ghosts,leaving no trace as we pass, with shadows of morose."
"Come with me," said the silver crow to his ghostly vulpine friend,"Let us wander where the trees have gone and into clouds ascend.Together we can hunt the night, you kill and I shall reap,and all shall fear to hear our song call in the twilight sleep."
"Come with me," said the silver crow to his ghostly vulpine friend,"Let us wander where the trees have gone and into clouds ascend.Together we can hunt the night, you kill and I shall reap,and all shall fear to hear our song call in the twilight sleep."
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