Sir Marmaduke and his son Luke went walking in the woods.
They picked up sticks and rocks and bricks that gathered in the bloods.
Said Marmaduke to his son Luke "Look here, my little one.
The watered plains are drying up. They're basking in the sun."
Then little Luke to Marmaduke looked gaily with a grin
"Dear Papa, now it's dry again, let's run. I bet I'll win!"
So Marmaduke raced his son Luke across the sodden grass
'Til gasping, laughing, out of breath, the boys fell, quite abashed.
Now drenched in mud from head to toe they entered 'to the keep.
They washed and scrubbed til all was clean and fell at last to sleep.
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