Merry three
Bells, bells, bells.
You are two
To undo
Spells, spells, spells…
Then the wind who was swinging the bells suddenly thought of an appointment he had made with a pine forest, to get up an entertaining imitation of sea-waves for the benefit of the forest nymphs who had never been to the seaside, and he went off—so, of course, the bells couldn’t ring any more, and the Prince and Princess went on down the dark road.
There was a cottage and the Princess pulled her veil closely over her face, for yellow light streamed from its open door—and it was a Wednesday.
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Inside a little boy was sitting on the floor—quite a little boy—he ought to have been in bed long before, and I don’t know why he wasn’t. And he was ringing a little tinkling bell that had dropped off a sleigh.
And this little bell said:
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, I’m a little sleigh-bell,