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The further the little girl leaped and ran	A
The further she longed to be	B
The white white fields of jonquil flowers	C
Danced up as high as her knee	B
And flashed and sparkled before her eyes	D
Until she could hardly see	B
So into the wood went she	B
	-
It was quiet in the wood	E
It was solemn and grave	F
A sound like a wave	F
Sighed in the tree tops	G
And then sighed no more	H
But she was brave	F
And the sky showed through	I
A bird's egg blue	I
And she saw	J
A tiny path that was running away	K
Over the hills to who can say	K
She ran too	I
But then the path broke	L
Then the path ended	M
And wouldn't be mended	N
	-
A little old man	A
Sat on the edge	O
Hugging the hedge	O
He had a fire	P
And two eggs in a pan	A
And a paper poke	L
Of pepper and salt	Q
So she came to a halt	Q
To watch and admire	R
Cunning and nimble was he	B
May I help if I can little old man	A
Bravo he said	S
You may dine with me	B
I've two old eggs	T
From two white hens	U
and a loaf from a kind ladie	S
Some fresh nutmegs	U
Some cutlet ends	U
In pink and white paper frills	U
And I've got	S
A little hot pot	S
From the town between the hills	U
	-
He nodded his head	S
And made her a sign	V
To sit under the spray	K
Of a trailing vine	V
	-
But when the little girl joined her hands	U
And said the grace she had learned to say	K
The little old man gave two dreadful squeals	U
And she just saw the flash of his smoking heels	U
As he tumbled tumbled	S
With his two old eggs	U
From two white hens	U
His loaf from a kind ladie	S
The fresh nutmegs	U
The cutlet ends	U
In the pink and white paper frills	U
And away rumbled	S
The little hot pot	S
So much too hot	S
From the ton between the hills	U

Katherine Mansfield

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