The Seventh Folding of Willow Sprite by Marjorie Kaye Story

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Re: The Seventh Folding of Willow Sprite by Marjorie Kaye St

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Exceeding strange . . . and it reminded me of an old poem:
Do diddle di do,
Poor Jim Jay
Got stuck fast
In Yesterday.
Squinting he was,
On Cross-legs bent,
Never heeding
The wind was spent.
Round veered the weathercock,
The sun drew in -
And stuck was Jim
Like a rusty pin...
We pulled and we pulled
From seven till twelve,
Jim, too frightened
To help himself.
But all in vain.
The clock struck one,
And there was Jim
A little bit gone.
At half-past five
You scarce could see
A glimpse of his flapping
Handkerchee.
And when came noon,
And we climbed sky-high,
Jim was a speck
Slip - slipping by.
Come to-morrow,
The neighbours say,
He'll be past crying for;
Poor Jim Jay.


[The end]
Walter De la Mare's poem: Jim Jay
Sort of a tangent, but you can see the similarity.
I was raised by humans. What's your excuse?
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