Who said "Peacock Pie"? The old king to the sparrow: Who said "Crops are ripe"? Rust to the harrow. Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"? Sexton to willow. Who said, "Green dusk for dream?" Moss for a pillow. Who said, "All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken"?- That's what I said. (Walter de la Mare)

Who said "Peacock Pie"? The old king to the sparrow: Who said "Crops are ripe"? Rust to the harrow. Who said, "Ay, mum's the word"? Sexton to willow. Who said, "Green dusk for dream?" Moss for a pillow. Who said, "All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken"?- That's what I said.

Walter de la Mare

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