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^布丁娃娃^
The spirit of the woodland
Swings in the branches
As he does his green,grassy cloak
makes waves like the sea
His short,scrawny legs
Dangle as he whispers his spiritual song
His rags flow with the breeze
As his hai flies off his head
And into the dark slimy mud
His short wispy hair,tangled
In all directions
As he jumps off the branch
His necklace of stones
Hangs round his neck
He drifts through the air
A sprinkle of magic dust comes from
His pocket and as the clock ticks to midnight
He is gone forever,
The magic dust still floating
In the midnight air.
Swings in the branches
As he does his green,grassy cloak
makes waves like the sea
His short,scrawny legs
Dangle as he whispers his spiritual song
His rags flow with the breeze
As his hai flies off his head
And into the dark slimy mud
His short wispy hair,tangled
In all directions
As he jumps off the branch
His necklace of stones
Hangs round his neck
He drifts through the air
A sprinkle of magic dust comes from
His pocket and as the clock ticks to midnight
He is gone forever,
The magic dust still floating
In the midnight air.
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