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Forest Friend

Every day, I packed a sack
With apples and with tea,
And skipped through the greenwood
Whistling happily.

Through the beeches and the elms,
Beneath the oaks and pines,
Merrily I made my way
Through dapple-dimple sunshine.

There beside a rippling stream
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