Bunches of Grapes
“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;“A junket of cream and a cranberry tartFor me,” says Jane.“Love-in-a-mist,” says Timothy;“Primroses pale,” says Elaine;“A nosegay of pinks and mignonetteFor me,” says Jane.“Chariots of gold,” says Timothy;“Silvery wings,” says Elaine;“A bumpity ride in a waggon of hayFor me,” says Jane.
“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;“A junket of cream and a cranberry tartFor me,” says Jane.“Love-in-a-mist,” says Timothy;“Primroses pale,” says Elaine;“A nosegay of pinks and mignonetteFor me,” says Jane.“Chariots of gold,” says Timothy;“Silvery wings,” says Elaine;“A bumpity ride in a waggon of hayFor me,” says Jane.
“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;“A junket of cream and a cranberry tartFor me,” says Jane.
“Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy;
“Pomegranates pink,” says Elaine;
“A junket of cream and a cranberry tart
For me,” says Jane.
“Love-in-a-mist,” says Timothy;“Primroses pale,” says Elaine;“A nosegay of pinks and mignonetteFor me,” says Jane.
“Love-in-a-mist,” says Timothy;
“Primroses pale,” says Elaine;
“A nosegay of pinks and mignonette
For me,” says Jane.
“Chariots of gold,” says Timothy;“Silvery wings,” says Elaine;“A bumpity ride in a waggon of hayFor me,” says Jane.
“Chariots of gold,” says Timothy;
“Silvery wings,” says Elaine;
“A bumpity ride in a waggon of hay
For me,” says Jane.
Walter Ramal.