When she's a little older grown
Blue Shoes may go quite alone.
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STREET SHOW.
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
One--two--three, the Cat runs up the tree;
But the little Bird he flies away--
"She hasn't got me!"
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TO THE SUN DOOR.
They saw it rise in the morning,
They saw it set at night,
And they longed to go and see it,
Ah! if they only might.
The little soft white clouds heard them,
And stepped from out of the blue;
And each laid a little child softly
Upon its bosom of dew.
And they carried them higher and higher,
And they nothing knew any more
Until they were standing waiting
In front of the round gold door.
And they knocked, and called, and entreated,
Whoever should be within;
But all to no purpose, for no one
Would hearken to let them in.
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THE DAISIES.
You very fine Miss Molly,
What will the daisies say,
If you carry home so many
Of their little friends to-day?
Perhaps you take a sister,
Perhaps you take a brother,
Or two little daisies who
Were fond of one another.
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THE DANCING FAMILY.
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