Red cheeks, red cheeks,
Will you play with me?
No boy, pale boy,
I want to climb that tree.
Red cheeks, red cheeks,
You will tumble down—
No boy, pale boy,
I'll eat the apples brown.
Red cheeks, red cheeks,
Barns are best for rain—
No boy, pale boy,
I'll soon be down again.
Lonely Children[ToC]
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The trees are dusty in the Park,
The grass is hard and brown;
I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark,
But I'm sorry I'm in town.
A lot of little girls and boys
Are not so rich as me;
But O! I'd give them all my toys
For shells beside the sea....