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The
mole
in
his
moleskins
left
his
barrowing
burrowing
.
The
bees
went
buzzing
,
so
busy
and
beesy
,
And
the
midges
in
columns
so
upright
and
easy
.
But
Little
Boy
Blue
was
not
content
,
Calling
for
followers
still
as
he
went
,
Blowing
his
horn
,
and
beating
his
drum
,
And
crying
aloud
,
“
Come
all
of
you
,
come
!
”
He
said
to
the
shadows
,
“
Come
after
me
;
”
And
the
shadows
began
to
flicker
and
flee
,
And
they
flew
through
the
wood
all
flattering
and
fluttering
,
