FRENCH NURSERY RHYMES.
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It rustles,
It spreads,
My velvet feathers!
Make way for me,
And let me pass
Triumphantly in the poultry-yard.
APRIL FOOL.
Month of April,
Which makes to run
The grey donkeys
All the way to Paris.
APPLES.
Load up, apple tree,
Load up, pear tree,
On each little branch,
To fill up my big pockets![1]
- ↑ Bougette: petite poche.
