Across the Sunny Meadow grass The little breezes love to pass, They tickle all the cattails till They almost fall into the rill. And every now and then they tell Old Mrs. Cow to ring her bell.
Now before I go on with this story I'll explain right away that the "rill" is the Bubbling Brook, and the only reason I used "rill" is because it rhymes with "till."
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