THE BROOK.
<By Jean Anstis, 83, Station Road, I'enrose ; age 11.)
Babble, babble, babble, Sings the little brook, In 1 go, out I go, Often winding in a nook. Babble, babble, babble, On and on I go, I see the summer's sunshine, I see the winter's snow. The stars will sliine above me, The moon is mellow and white, As she moves across the heavens, In the still and inky night. Babble, babble, babble, My journey never ends, The violets and. forget-me-nots. Arc ray only friends. —Original.
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Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 117, 20 May 1933, Page 3 (Supplement)
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87THE BROOK. Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 117, 20 May 1933, Page 3 (Supplement)
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