I own that I hate to be talked to like this; And as to those L.C.C. prigs They always hold up as a "Model for Miss," I'll give 'em beans yet—please the pigs! Me fussy and frugal like dowdy McDougall?— Well—well; no use raising a row Like all girls and boys I must give up my toys. For I'm getting a big girl now!
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Yes, I'm getting a big girl now; My dollies must go anyhow; And as to the tuck I must cut it—worse luck! For I'm getting a big girl now.
Good-bye, dear old toys! I am getting too big For dolls, dressing up, and—bohoo! Gog! Magog!! Alas!!! Is it quite infra dig. To drop a few tears over you? I am such a whopper, it may be improper, But—there, I am blubbing—wow-wow! Good-bye, rose and myrtle! Farewell toys and turtle! I'm getting a big girl now.
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Yes, I'm getting a big girl now, (And feel doocedly sorry somehow,) In Unification They think there's salvation For one, who's a big girl now!
"I'M GETTING A BIG GIRL NOW!"
Miss Unified London putting away all her pretty Toys and Playthings.