A little Bizerwonk did make flighty path beneath our booted foots yet darted sideways with a weebly wooble to ensure its squisehedness was not taken upon its self.
For this was the Fairey Grove,
Not one but twove.
And uponx thee willows was wove,
A glaring shimmering cove.
Wherewithall thee might didst flee,
As were now were safe from we.
Yet thar on Gammon’s Bane,
Shinned the gleaming Lady Elaine.
Queen of the Forest, Belove’,
For this was the Fairey Grove.
That there was now the song upon the tippied tongue of all the wee forested creatures, every Bizerwonk and Lemongip, and even the people of the forest who were naught as men but lesser in size yet greater in fairness. For many had poked their heads and eavesdropped at our approach for we did cause quite the ruckusly commotion throughout their forestful homes. One side of a fallen great obese tree had collapsed uponx did rise up furthermore than all else In front of our viewfinding eyes and we were lead more mostly by pull of some wrapping force than that of which by our own feet did walk us there. Yet byandby we reached the slanty foot of the highuponhigh throne of the Queen of the Forest Faireies e’er since this’n’that day many many a days gone by ago.
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