"Creak, creak, creak! I'm old and very rusty, Why don't you wait till summertime When it is hot and dusty. This is no time to pull a nail When Mr. North Wind blows a gale,"
shouted a rusty nail as Danny Fox tugged away at the loose board of the Henhouse.
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