TWO JUNGLE TONGUE TWISTERS
ONE
Now the trees are all groaning in growling, rough gales;
With their horrible roaring they roll all around,
Such leaf-rousing, branch-ruining, ripping, raw wails,
Such a terrible, raging and tree-wrecking sound!
TWO
Slinking, sliding, slithering slyly,
Swiftly shipping through the grasses shyly,
Silent but for swish and hiss
Is the sinuous snake’s leglessness.
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