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the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading.
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In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood on a little lawn of a marvellous green, set round with Nature's own orchard-trees--crab-apple, wild cherry, and sloe.
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All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all! Ducks' tails, drakes' tails, Yellow feet a-quiver, Yellow bills all out of sight Busy in the river! Slushy green undergrowth Where the roach swim--Here we keep our larder, Cool and full and dim. Everyone for what he likes! We like to be Heads down, tails up, Dabbling free! High in the blue above Swifts whirl and call--We are down a-dabbling Uptails all!
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Monkeys, who very sensibly refrain from speech lest they should be set to earn their livings.
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All along the backwater,Up tails all!
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Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.
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Honest Toad was always ready to admit himself in the wrong.
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He was indeed an altered Toad!
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