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The Evening Game
When daddy holds me on his knee
A-playin' Creep-er-Mouse,
He walks his fingers up my legs,
An' all around my blouse,
Nen drives the mouse into its house
In underneaf my chin,
An' I des laugh an' laugh an' laugh—
An' nen say, "Do it agin!"