“Blow, blow, blow!
Sweet springtime is coming, coming along,
Blow, blow, blow!”
Said the Ink-Bottle Babies, “Don’t blow us away;”
They said, “It is fun in the wind to play;
We’ll fly our kites on this merry March day.
Blow, blow, blow!”
One day in the merry month of March, the Ink-Bottle Papa said, “I have a half-holiday. What shall we do?”
Then the twenty-five little Ink-Bottle Babies clapped their hands and cried, “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!”
“Shall we do the family washing?” asked the Ink-Bottle Papa with a twinkle in his eye.