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We stopped at the branch on the way to the hill. / We stopped at the water a while and played. / We hid our things by the osage tree / And took off our shoes and stockings to wade.
There is sand at the bottom that bites at your feet, / And there is a rock where the waterfall goes. / You can poke your foot in the foamy part / And feel how the water runs over your toes.
The little black spiders that walk on the top / Of the water are hard and stiff and cool. / And I saw some wiggletails going around, / And some slippery minnows that live in the pool.
And where it is smooth there is moss on a stone, / And where it is shallow and almost dry / The rocks are broken and hot in the sun, / And a rough little water goes hurrying by.