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When they said the time to hide was mine, I hid back under a thick grape vine. And while I was still for the time to pass, A litle gray thing came out of the grass. He hopped his way through the melon bed And sat down close by a cabbage head. He sat down close where I could see, And his big still eyes looked hard at me, His big eyes bursting out of the rim, And I looked back very hard at him. |