“Come and look for Peterkin, poor little Peterkin.
No one would believe us if we told them what we know,
Or they wouldn't grieve for Peterkin, merry little Peterkin…”

— Alfred Noyes

Prelude
The Flower of Old Japan and Other Poems (1907), Forest of Wild Thyme

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English poet 1880–1958

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