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But remember our surprise an' the laughs that jumped around us,
When our dear old mother entered—havin' missed an' chased an' found us!
But she al'ays had some fun layin' round with her religion:
An' her toes took wings forthwith, that would give points to a pigeon!
She eclipsed the red-head gal—took the cake without much bother,
Makin' folks around there love her—even more than they did father.
Well, I guess you'll hev to own it, that 'ere fast night was a sprinter!
And the sort of genial climate that you don't get every winter!
When our dear old mother entered—havin' missed an' chased an' found us!
But she al'ays had some fun layin' round with her religion:
An' her toes took wings forthwith, that would give points to a pigeon!
She eclipsed the red-head gal—took the cake without much bother,
Makin' folks around there love her—even more than they did father.
Well, I guess you'll hev to own it, that 'ere fast night was a sprinter!
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