When I come to see, no one is there, is it a game?
Whose that I hear rustling, around in the grass?
In fact I think, no I'm sure, I heard someone laugh!
Come out, come out whoever you may be,
let's see what we may make of it, you and me.
We'll look each other over, and take it from there.
Why! we might make, a mighty pretty pair!.
Tushie 27/8/12
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