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The Little Mote
A little mote lived in a sunbeam,
And danced in its light all day;
But she jumped with surprise one morning,
At hearing the housemaid say:—
And danced in its light all day;
But she jumped with surprise one morning,
At hearing the housemaid say:—
“Oh, the dust! How it keeps one a-working!
It settles all over the room—
And the air is so full, it is folly
To labor with duster and broom!”
It settles all over the room—
And the air is so full, it is folly
To labor with duster and broom!”
“Poor thing!” sighed the mote, “Well, I'm sorry.
I think I'll go hide in her hair—
I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet
She never will know I am there.”
I think I'll go hide in her hair—
I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet
She never will know I am there.”
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