id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
4027	Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot	Little Songs			.txt	text/plain	4744	327	99	So Walter ate his bread, And then to Flash he cried, Come, you saucy little dog, Let us ride, ride, ride. Come, my children, come away, For the sun shines bright to-day; Little children, come with me, Birds and brooks and posies see; Get your hats and come away, For it is a pleasant day.	cache/4027.txt	txt/4027.txt