  I t feels Forever without End, The time I have to stay. It's even harder to keep still Than pray and pray and pray. The reading happens all the time; The praying rolls along; And something makes them always sing A long, long song. So when I've nearly gone to sleep, I make my Penny walk.— I walk it up and down, to hear The talk and talk and talk. And if I lose it on the floor Before they pass the Plate, Why then there's nothing more to do But wait—wait—wait.— Till, when you'd have to go to sleep Or else you'd have to die, The Sky! With nests all hiding up the Trees, And Roads to make you Run:— And everything like Squirrels!— In the Sun—the Sun! |
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