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There's a forest thro' which we went to-day, / Waving and green and high, / With feathery tassels tall and gay / Nodding against the sky; / The place of all others for fairy tales, / And plays of the years gone by.
And this is the game we children played- / I was an Ogre grim, / Alice the Princess that fell asleep / Down in the forest dim, / And the Prince who wakened her with a kiss / When he found her-that was Jim.
The Prince came riding so proud and bold / On a prancing corn-stalk steed, / And many a blade was thrust at him, / But little did Jimmy heed; / And long vines plucked him to hold him back / From doing that daring deed.
The Ogre leaped from its hiding-place, / With a menace fierce and grim, / And a big green pumpkin kept the door, / And scowled and leered at him; / But he bravely charged and routed his foes / With his trusty "Cherry-Limb."
The corn-blades dropped on their bended joints, / But vainly for mercy pled, / The pumpkin yielded, the Ogre turned / With a horrible shriek and fled, / The Princess was duly kissed, and so / Sweet Alice and Jim were wed.