The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad, And so is the cat-a mountain, The ant and the mole sit both in a hole, And frog peeps out o`the fountain; The dogs they do bay,and the timbrels play, The spindle is now a-turning; The moon it is red,and the stars are fled, And all the sky is a-burning.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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