St Nicholas [serial] . Wrinkled and dusty, green-molded and queer,Dropped the beautiful shoe he had lost for a year ! All along the procession Folk left their place to see;They saw, they jeered, they chuckled, They held their sides in glee. A riotous wave of laughter Ran up and down the street,Broke on the roofs above it, And against the chimneys beat. .Straight the wavering line was a dancing ring, Around the magpie, on a pole,While the roysterers sang and shouted:Who says she has nt a sole? And since that day some folk declare In the village of PiddinghoeMagpies wear shoes on their mischievo
St Nicholas [serial] . Wrinkled and dusty, green-molded and queer,Dropped the beautiful shoe he had lost for a year ! All along the procession Folk left their place to see;They saw, they jeered, they chuckled, They held their sides in glee. A riotous wave of laughter Ran up and down the street,Broke on the roofs above it, And against the chimneys beat. .Straight the wavering line was a dancing ring, Around the magpie, on a pole,While the roysterers sang and shouted:Who says she has nt a sole? And since that day some folk declare In the village of PiddinghoeMagpies wear shoes on their mischievous feet Wherever they dare to go! m. THE WAVERING LINE WAS A DANCING RING. THE STORY OF THE SILVER HORSES BY AMY ELLIS
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