Little baby, if I threw This fair blossom down to you, Would you catch it as you stand, Holding up each tiny hand, Looking out of those grey eyes, Where such deep, deep wonder lies?
Little baby, if I threw This fair blossom down to you, Would you catch it as you stand, Holding up each tiny hand, Looking out of those grey eyes, Where such deep, deep wonder lies?

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The finest, biggest fish, you see, Will be the trout that's caught by me, But if the monster will not bite, Why, then I'll hook a little mite.
The finest, biggest fish, you see, Will be the trout that's caught by me, But if the monster will not bite, Why, then I'll hook a little mite.

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Prince Finikin and his mamma

Sat sipping their bohea;

"Good gracious!" said his Highness, "why,

What girl is this I see?

"Most certainly it cannot be

A native of our town;"

And he turned him round to his mamma,

Who set her teacup down.

But Dolly simply looked at them,

She did not speak a word;

"She has no voice!" said Finikin;

"It's really quite absurd."

Then Finikin's mamma observed,

"Dear Prince, it seems to me,

She looks as if she'd like to drink

A cup of my bohea."

So Finikin poured out her tea,

And gave her currant-pie;

Then Finikin said, "Dear mamma,

What a kind Prince am I!"

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