There she knits by night and day,
A magic web with colours grey.
And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
Who is this and what is here?
It's only baby Babar, dear.
sort of Tennyson's Lady of Shalott
3 comments:
I hope that little elephant goes with he blanket...they look so cute together...
The blanket...I hate typos!
Of course
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