Harvest of thoughts . DREAM. Me thream los Tu stay night you know,Dot night der ground vos vite mit star vos pright, der vin dit plo;Dot vos a funny thream! 57 flsrOest of Tbodgbts Me thream ven I vos in mine bet, Me heard a noisy foot step tret; Mine hair stood straight upon mine liet; Dot vos a funny thream!Me knew it vos a thief you vos too fraid to catch him: yetMe tiptoed out mine house an set:Uud all tis vos a thream. He valked so easy shust like mouse,He mate right for mine shicken house,He pushed dot dour, he mate vun souse. Dot vos a funny thream!Und den me yelled o
Harvest of thoughts . DREAM. Me thream los Tu stay night you know,Dot night der ground vos vite mit star vos pright, der vin dit plo;Dot vos a funny thream! 57 flsrOest of Tbodgbts Me thream ven I vos in mine bet, Me heard a noisy foot step tret; Mine hair stood straight upon mine liet; Dot vos a funny thream!Me knew it vos a thief you vos too fraid to catch him: yetMe tiptoed out mine house an set:Uud all tis vos a thream. He valked so easy shust like mouse,He mate right for mine shicken house,He pushed dot dour, he mate vun souse. Dot vos a funny thream!Und den me yelled out pretty quick,Me threw at him a slofe-wood-stick;Und den at me he fired a brick;Dot vos a funny thream! He looked shust like Scott Chonson here,For den he vos upon me near,Und den me yelled mit dreadful fear; Dot vos a funny thream!He stole from me tree shickens vite;He turned an ran mit all his might;He shumpt dot vence und crossed der lawn;Me voke fon day vos shining prite, Und found tree of mine shickens gone. 58. Scott Johnson rose with fury fl5r\>€st of Tbougbts Scott Johnson rose with fury, And shouttd, *Look ah heah! You say I stole dem chickens, sah? You ^ot to make dat clear! All night youVe flung yo hints about An now ole man you jes look out! Dis sortah talk will nevah do, Or I will pick a crow wif you; I did nt st^al vo chickens! Me did n*t say you stole tern Scott, Vot faw you got at me so hot? A thream be sometimes vot its not. Dot vos a funny thream!I missed mine shcikens, dot vos true,I saw a plack man shust like you,I voke und vos tree shickens out,Und dot is all I know about; Dot vos a funny thream! So Chonson, dot vud make you clear,Kum let us haf a clas of peer!Me pleve tis getin late me fear. Dot only vos a thream!And so these two men drank again,But neither sani^ a song;Old Fritz still believe his dream is right,And Scott still swear twas wrong. S9 flarOest of Thoughts THE SAME OLD SUN. THE same old sun is shining,That shone in Bethlehem;That dawned
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