Among the sights of London Town
Which little visitors wish to view,
The Tower stands first, and its great renown
Has, you will notice, attracted Prue.
At a well-known spot, to Miss Prue's surprise,
Some fine old ravens are strutting about.
If upon the picture a glance you cast,
You will know the ravens next time, no doubt.
The red-coated guard who's watching here
Is called a Beefeater—fancy that!
And Prue discovers, as she draws near,
A child by his side who is round and fat.
"Father and Mother, pray come here,"
In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue:
"You've shown me things that are odd and queer,
A Beefeater's baby I'll show you!"
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Among the sights of London Town
Which little visitors wish to view,
The Tower stands first, and its great renown
Has, you will notice, attracted Prue.
At a well-known spot, to Miss Prue's surprise,
Some fine old ravens are strutting about.
If upon the picture a glance you cast,
You will know the ravens next time, no doubt.
The red-coated guard who's watching here
Is called a Beefeater—fancy that!
And Prue discovers, as she draws near,
A child by his side who is round and fat.
"Father and Mother, pray come here,"
In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue:
"You've shown me things that are odd and queer,
A Beefeater's baby I'll show you!"
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