The cock is crowing,
The cows are lowing,
The ducks are quarking,
The dogs are barking,
The ass is braying,
The horse is neighing;
Was there ever such a noise!
The birds are singing,
The bell is ringing,
The pigs are squeaking,
The barn door creaking,
The brook is babbling,
The geese are gabbling
Mercy on us, what a noise!
The sheep are ba-a-ing,
The boys ha-ha-ing,
The swallows twittering,
The girls are tittering,
Father is calling,
The cook is bawling;
I'm nigh crazy with the noise.
Nabby is churning,
The grindstone's turning,
John is sawing,
Charles hurrahing,
Old Dobson's preaching,
The peacock's screeching;
Who can live in such a noise!
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timing, please
"Frolic In The Snow" has gregariousness that gets on the nerves as the first six lines are the the the that's finally summarized as samples of noise not just animals. It's again entailed twice as long for a thin hint of something's gotta give or there will be a coot in reaction.
The constant sharpness is felt with the short sentences that can also can have the alacrity of "frolic" but it's a rewritten emphasis when feeling left out or flooded, it's sponge spun. The the's got shorter from L15-21 with there occuring a barrage formidable for a review of beauty but near craziness through staying with such an extent that is stenciled by :
"Father is calling,
The cook is bawling"
in between fun on the margins.
I am not bunning up what "nabby" is but am being uncomfortable with the increase in the situation to see a fall of confindence. Not with one favored bing at a time.
It makes me think of music from John Adams which initially got response of a slap to each leg and gallop away
grab a horse or a violin
and feel alive for a little mile
then it's not traditional, for trades
the hills change the lyrics
just the pace but a period
doesn't make it the last unless feeling too poor!
And so effort of four times as much was recognized by my daughter tonight seeing my husband push her toy upstairs... a wonderful gift of time that continued because our squeaks stopped for those.
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"Who can live in such a noise!"???
who can live without such a wonderful melody!!!poetry of nature!
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