Something to him ’ere she ran away.
Then Bobby helped a Limpy-Lame Old Man across the street and,
The Birthday Fairy whispered, “Old Man,
I hope you will approve my plan.”
Now every hour Bobby Bright Eyes grew nearer and nearer five years old, and the Birthday Fairy at last said,
“I have more secrets than I can hold,
Little Boy, Little Boy are you five years old?”
At last Bobby replied, clapping his hands:
“Oh, Birthday Fairy will you stay?
For I am five years old to-day.”