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Слушать(AI)The Pigs and the Charcoal-burner
The old Pig said to the little pigs,'In the forest is truffles and mast,
Follow me then, all ye little pigs,
Follow me fast!'The Charcoal-burner sat in the
With his chin oil his thumb,
And saw the big Pig and the little
Chuffling come.
He watched 'neath a green and giant bough,
And the pigs in the
Made a wonderful grisling and
And greedy sound.
And when, full-fed, they were gone, and
Walked her starry ways,
He stared with his cheeks in his
At his sullen blaze.
Walter de la Mare
Walter John de la Mare (25 April 1873 – 22 June 1956) was an English poet, short story writer, and novelist. He is probably best remembered for
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