BABY'S DIMPLES
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LOVE goes playing hide-and-seek 'Mid the roses on her cheek, With a little imp of Laughter, Who, the while he follows after, Leaves the footprints that we trace All about the Kissing-place. |
A BUNCH OF ROSES
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THE rosy mouth and rosy toe Of little baby brother Until about a month ago Had never met each other; But nowadays the neighbours sweet, In every sort of weather, Half way with rosy fingers meet, To kiss and play together. |
FOOT-SOLDIERS
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'TIS all the way to Toe-town, Beyond the Knee-high hill, That Baby has to travel down To see the soldiers drill. One, two, three, four, five, a-row— A captain and his men— And on the other side, you know, Are six, seven, eight, nine, ten. |