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The Wind in the Willows in Bite-Size Verse
Mole sets out to explore the Wild
Wood.
The Wood lay there before him
Like a black reef in a sea,
And as he entered it, he said,
‘This will not frighten me.’
Logs tripped him as he wandered,
Twigs cracked beneath his feet,
The place was strange and eerie
But Mole found it quite a treat.
He penetrated further
To where the light was dim,
And all was still and silent
As the dusk advanced on him.
The night soon gathered all around,
It overtook the day,
The light grew dim and dimmer
As it quickly drained away.
And then the faces started;
They were indistinct at first –
The Mole who’d been so fearless
Now began to fear the worst.
Wedge-shaped and very tiny,
They were evil to behold,
And soon Mole wished he’d stayed at home
And hadn’t been so bold.
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