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What a countrified scene we have here!
Who would think London Town was so near, / That its murmur comes borne on the breeze / To the listener under the trees?
To this spot, to buy biscuits or buns, / Each city child joyously runs. / But the Park's greatest treat, they all vow, / Is a glass of new milk from the cow.
Cried the drake to the ducks, "Here's a boy with a bun, / Come, make haste! we shall have quite a feast!" / "Would you mind," said a swan, "if we shared in the fun?" / "O dear no!" said he; "not in the least!" / It was surely through fear, not politeness at all, / That the drake made so civil a speech, / For that one penny bun, after all, was so small, / There was hardly a mouthful for each!
From the ducks and the swans on the lake, to next page -- / A much quieter scene -- you may pass: / Though Westminster Cloisters are hoary with age, / Yet green is their velvety grass, / And cheerily bright are their gables and peaks, / As they glow in the westering sun: / 'Tis some house in the Cloisters yon schoolboy seeks -- / Don't you wonder, now, which is the one?