PETER PIPER 



father, and a finer young sandpiper never shook the 

 fluff of down from his head or the fringe from his tail, 

 when his real feathers pushed into their places. 



What his brother and sisters were named, I never 

 knew; and it didn't matter much, for their mother 

 called them all "Vete.'' 



Peter the Third and the others grew up as Pan and 

 Peter and Sandy had grown, dallying happily along the 

 river-edge, and as happily accepting the guidance of 

 their mother, who made her slow flight from Faraway 



Dallying happily along the river-edge. 

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