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Baby is sick to-day,
His face is very pale:
He will not laugh or play,
I wish that he were well.
Shall we give him some meat,
Some pudding, or some pie?
What shall he have to eat?
I hate to hear him cry.
O, no, 'twould never do,
Such things would make him worse;
They are unwholesome too,
For children well, like us.
Babies love simple food,
And we are very small;
Rich things do us no good,
We'll give him none at all.
THE APPEAL.
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