Willy said to his sister,"Please may I go with you?"She said, "You must behaveVery nicely if you do.""Please will you take me thenTo look at the mill?""Yes," she said, "because you areSo very good—I will.""The miller he isSo very white and kind;And sprinkled all overWith the flour they grind."And the big heaps of cornThat lie upon the floor;He will let me play with thoseI am quite sure."I like to hear the wheelMake such a rushing sound,And see the pretty waterGo round, and round, and round."So take me to the mill,For then you shall seeWhat a very, very good boyI really mean to be."
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