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Some little drops of water Whose home was in the sea, To go upon a journey Once happened to agree. A white cloud was their carriage; Their horse, a playful breeze; And over town and country They rode along at ease. But, oh! there were so many, At last the carriage broke, And to the ground came tumbling Those frightened little folk. Among the grass and flowers They then were forced to roam, Until a brooklet found them And carried them all home. |