With this regard his footsteps turns away,
Scared at the name of dentist.
Anonymous.
A DREARY SONG
WELL, don't cry, my little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain
Amuse yourself, and break some toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
Alas, for the grass on Papa's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,