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Only
their
feet
were
too
fast
in
their
boots
,
After
him
leaning
and
straining
and
bending
,
As
on
through
their
boles
he
kept
walking
and
wending
,
Till
out
of
the
wood
he
burst
on
a
lea
,
Shouting
and
calling
,
“
Come
after
me
!
”
And
then
they
rose
up
with
a
leafy
hiss
,
And
stood
as
if
nothing
had
been
amiss
.
Little
Boy
Blue
sat
down
on
a
stone
,
And
the
creatures
came
round
him
every
one
.
And
he
said
to
the
clouds
,
“
I
want
you
there
.
”
