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Ενα ποίημα του Charles Causley.

I saw a jolly hunter

With a jolly gun

Walking in the country

In the jolly sun.

In the jolly meadow

Sat a jolly hare.

Saw the jolly hunter,

Took jolly care.

Hunter jolly eager -

Sight of jolly prey -

Forgot gun pointing

Wrong jolly way.

Jolly hunter, jolly-head -

Over-heels gone.

Jolly old safety-catch

Not jolly on.

Bang went the jolly gun.

Hunter jolly dead.

Jolly hare got clean away.

Jolly good I said.