I must not hurry along this road, there is so much to see.
A crimson flower, a wrinkled toad, a knotty scarred oak tree.
A bubbling brook, a lacy fern, a cobweb shimmering still.
A yellow bird whose mournful notes sound over vale and hill.
Because all natures loveliness is very dear to me,
I must not hurry along this road, there is so much to see.
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