The outside world is chill and grey
And damp besides. It stifles play
Schoolchildren would begin today,
But it does not the work allay.

The drops of water come on down;
No sequence clear in it is found,
Nor yet enough that they might drown
Who would depart from this surround.

Xarpo is just passing through
She says, and does not mean to do
So much here, as some might rue.
Soon Jack will bring in something new.

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