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There was a big fellow, 
Who married a widow, 
Who often sat by window, 
which was painted yellow, 
She often hugged a pillow, 
Looking like in deep sorrow. 
They'd no pelf, in it to wallow, 
Only lived in a bungalow, 
On a distant meadow, 
Beside a hill so low; 
A stream did flow 
Which was shallow, 
Thro the dale so narrow. 
The water ran very slow. 
None could see any billow. 
The fellow did borrow 
A sharp swift arrow 
With a strong bow,. 
He shot a flying crow; 
On its back was a sparrow. 
He saw a cow below, 
Hearing its bellow. 
It rested under the shadow 
of a weeping willow. 
In fields wheat did grow; 
So did flowers blow. 
After storm there did glow 
In sky a colorful rainbow, 
And also flew by a swallow, 
With an eagle to follow. 
The swallow hid in a hollow. 
The eagle turned to attack a sow.  
Then there came a heavy snow. 
That's all what I know. 
Nothing more I can show. |   
 
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