I recently purchased a book I'm not gonna let my kiddo touch for years. I'm a bad mom.
However, this book is out of print and magic. It includes bits like:
Because on bimulous nights when the sky is like lace, the trees eucalyptus back and forth, forth and back, swishing and swaying, swaying and swishing - in the fern-deep grove at the midnight end of the garden.
Maybe I got this book for me, but I shall definitely share it with the babe one of these days.
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